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i live cement
i hate this street
give dirt to me
i bite lament
this human form
where i was born
i now repent
caribou [3x]
repent
re-pe-ent
give me white
ground to run
and foregone
lets me knife
knife me lets
i will get
what i like
caribou [3x]
repent
rep-pent
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Estaba pensando sobreviviendo con mi sister en New Jersey
Ella me dijo que es una vida buena alla,
Bien rica bien chevere, Y voy! Puñeta!
We'll keep well bred,
We'll stay well fed,
We'll have our sons,
They will be all well hung.
They'll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy's rich,
Your mamma's a pretty thing.
That maid Maria she's really OK
Vamos a jugar por la playa (x5)
I keep getting friends,
Looking like lesbians,
If we get bored,
We'll move to California.
They'll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy's rich,
Your mamma's a pretty thing.
That maid Maria she's really OK
Vamos a jugar por la playa (x5)
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I know you`re rich in
good clothes and little things
your mind is fancy
(and your car is bitchin`)
Is she weird
is she white
Is she promised to the night
and her head has no room
and her head has no room
Your heart is ripshit
Your mouth is everywhere
I`m lyin in it
is she weird
is she over me
like the stars and the sun
like the stars and the sun
is she weird
is she white
is she promised to the night
and her head has no room!
No more of this girl cryin`
I`m here,your big man
you`re mine
is she weird,is she white
is she promised to the night
and her head has no room
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Her head is in a bitter way
Her brain's on fire
She's just looking for the perfect wave
It's her brain's desire
I'll think of her when I walk The Strand
On this true Hermosa night
Ed is dead (x4)
She's just rotting in stupid bliss
With music on her bars uh
Her face burning in the L.A. sun
She got no got no fears of cars
I better kick my strand cruiser
To the friendlier oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ed is dead (x4) Ed is dead Ed is, yeah
Ed is Ed is dead (x3)
E.I.D. (x3)
No, no, no, no, no
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Well, sit right down my wicked son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
He took his sister from his head
And impregnated her on the sheets
And they rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed until they were dead
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
Well, sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday right now
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am with my hand
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one night upon my motorcycle
through the desert sped
and smashed my body so bad
all my friends thought i was dead
my sister held me close
and whispered to my bleeding head,
you are the son of a motherfucker
one, two, three, four
i shook all night and held her hand
choke the people well i'll be damned
land of plenty, land of fun
to find out i'm nimrod's son
oh bury me, far away please, bury me
ahhh... the joke has come upon me
in my motorcycle mirror i think about the life i've led
and how my soul's been leaking
all the holes where i have bled
my image spoke to me, yes to me and often said,
you are the son of incestuous union
one, two, three
now my head is clear
my roof has walls
my daughter's pure
my son is tall
land of plenty, land of fun
to find out i'm nimrod's son
oh bury me, far away please, bury me
ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, the joke has come upon me
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Hermanita vien comigo (x2)
Hay aviones cada hora
Isla de encanta, me voy! (x3)
Donde no hay sufrimiento (x2)
Me vieron pasar por la calle
Isla de encanta, me voy! (x3)
Nuestro propio animal canta a la gente pa' gratis
Hey babe, what are we doing here?
Laaaaa, Loooh, Patria.
Isla de encanta, me voy! (x3)
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give me help
give me hell
you can
levitate me
then take off them rings
off these holes
levitate me
higher please
levitate me
elevator lady
elevator lady
elevator lady
elevator lady
lady levitate me
if all in all is true
if all in all is true
if all in all is true
if all is true
won't you please fall over me?
won't you please fall over me?
won't you please fall over me?
won't you please fall over me?
shakey shake
shake it
levitate me
come on pilgrim, you know he loves you
levitate me
higher please
he kicked a baby
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