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Evel Knievel
03:54
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You never say you're wrong
You just hang out in your chambers 'til the castle falls
You never had the same nice two words to say.
You're like an animal
Except the fur only grows in certain spots
You never had the same nice two words to say.
And now if you're made of plastic then I'm made of glue
And I'm sick and tired of sticking up for you.
You're fake baked plaster and a bit of a bastard too.
Evel Knievel
Couldn't volley across the mess you've caused.
You never had the same two games to play.
You slip until you fall
You never liked it when you had to talk to the law
You never had the same two games to play.
And now if you're made of plastic then I'm made of glue
And I'm sick and tired of sticking up for you.
You're fake baked plaster and a bit of a bastard too.
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Hello, My Name Is Jaguar
03:53
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Hey what's your name, my name is Jaguar it's so nice to meet you.
The skin under your eyes is so dark that I can't even see you.
Your skin looks old, your skin looks dusty like you're Egyptianin'
So get some shut eye, get some sunlight, won't you listen to me.
You crossed over the mission line and you have trouble with sleep.
You forget to forgive everyone when your mind's on its knees.
Yo what's your name, my name is Vampire it's so nice to meet you
And I'm playing poker in the badlands like there's nothing to see here.
Oh when you talk the ash it rises, yes it rises to meet you.
Yeah, we got some problems problems problems makes no difference to me,
Just fix 'em.
You crossed over the mission line and you have trouble with sleep.
You forget to forgive everyone when your mind's on its knees.
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My Hands Are Clams
04:46
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My hands are clams, anxious, with big plans but I know
I'm probably gonna stay at home.
I give, to take, but I know my fate, yeah I know
I'm gonna let the summer go.
I made me out to be the only shining star, the savior of the prison yard
when all I see is broken bottles, junked out cars and me the loser, me the slob.
Oh no, it's true, this work makes me blue but I know
There's nothing more that I can do.
I change my mind as bums beg for dimes still I know
This rose window's gotta go.
I made me out to be the only shining star, the savior of the prison yard
when all I see is broken bottles, junked out cars and me the loser, me the slob.
I feel strangely, yes and no and maybe.
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