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The Krayken
03:19
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Walking like a dog, hell engulfs my mind,
spinning endlessly through this everyday grind.
The stars are aligned, baby what can I say?
Now get down on your knees I need a BJ!
OH! AND I FEEL LIKE THE KRAYKEN!
Ash falls from the sky as the volcano erupts.
This dinner tastes like shit woman, I've had enough!
Waves hit the shore as I'm sipping this brew
and I'm flying half mast and it's all because of you!
OH! AND I FEEL LIKE THE KRAYKEN!
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Mexican Nights
05:30
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The donkey
in the zoo is not so foreign
My soda has seem to gone missing,
But down here we drink stim-im-im-im-im-imulants.
Jealously of the trash on the side of the road's
A common feeling in the land of dust and plastic fruit.
And we're changing lanes we're doing it with dynamite!
Mexican Nights!
Ponchos, sombreros, guns, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Tequila, cerveza, some mezcal and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Mama and papa, hermano, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Pesos, El baño, a jail cell, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
He doesn't need a T.V. because he has a farmhouse!
And daughters watch their fathers crumble from the windows.
This little drowning worm, well he protects my soul,
But his corpus burns me from the outside in.
The big old cartel, Well they electrocuted Jesus!
And don't mistake that bodega as a pueblo of old.
Mexican Nights!
Maracas, cajones, black beans, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Poverty, orphans, policia, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Picante, calor, caliente, and fights!
Banderas, And Trejo, Cheech, and fights!
TEQUILA!!
My caballo ate muchos platos!
I'm tired of VHS, I need some laserdiscs!
Conversations with the mirror are all I have,
My little Spanish heart has been caked in mud.
I wanted to become
A bandito,
But all the people say are "Hola Senor!"
Mexican Nights!
Gringos, machetes, danger, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Vultures, el lobo, arana, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
A cactus, a tilde, a moustache, and fights
Mexican Nights!
Fights, fights, Fights, and FIGHTS!
[Fiesta here.]
[Some baseball stadium organ.]
Mexican Nights!
Ponchos, sombreros, guns, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Tequila, cerveza, some mezcal, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Mama, and papa, hermano, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
Pesos, silvaño, a jail cell, and fights!
Mexican Nights!
[Fiesta pt. Dos]
USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! [United Statesss of Ameeericaaaa!]
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The Wraith
02:56
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Trash Den Tigers always get what they want.
And bloody prints says Goodlin took the knife, not the gun.
If only he knew what it means to shoot
He would have taken the gun and shot a few!
C'mon Goodlin, why don't ya lose your faith!
The wraith, the wraith, the wraith... THE WRAITH!
Forget our religious pace, when your making caish.
Don't forget the face of those drowningly lost.
Speculate oh..... 20 years from now
Will Goodlin still bare that same sense of mind?
It's a shame the economic pirates won't join that one
'cause their ship has already set sail away from us all!
C'mon Goodlin, why don't ya lose your faith!
The wraith, the wraith, the wraith... THE WRAITH!
Forget our religious pace, When you make that caish.
and forget the face of those drowningly lost
Trash den tunnels full of fresh edliss,
Those walls have seen so much before!
Cracked veins expose dried roots and blood
and if you can't win there well, where else can you fair?
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4. |
Torch The Place
00:59
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Lets Go Trash Den Tigers
Torch The Place!
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5. |
Funky Ghost
03:48
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Three Fourteen A.M. shadowy figure in my door.
Those strides of supernatural well they, they prowl my home
with clammy grasp upon my blade i murmur
"Are you a mortal man dark wisp in my life?"
cause thou has dealt with formless specter
in decades past
Cause I've had my fill but Can ya fit the bill?
If I were to strike would I pierce only air?
foul presence cohort of the citys dark ranks.
Expose your face feared demon
Expose your face feared demon
Expose your face feared demon
Expose your face!
FUNKY GHOST
HOW YOU GONNA DO THAT?
FUNKY GHOST!
TRAVELING SPACE TIME
FUNKY GHOST
WITH SNAP OF YOUR FINGERS
FUNKY GHOST
WHY YOU GONNA DO THAT?
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
Now my feet have turned into sparkling disco boots
and we're floating through his ebony dreams and jazz flutes
time warps around me and my head becomes
a giant stone of cocaine my body is numb
he wipes it away with his glowing fingers
now we're back on track though my high still lingers
I almost drift away
but he saves me
I take out the platinum comb that he gave me
Cause cosmic trippin's got my hair a flippin'
I'm starting to get groggy I can see right through my body
Now
I'm
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
FUNKY GHOST
HOW YOU GONNA DO THAT?
FUNKY GHOST!
TRAVELING SPACE TIME
FUNKY GHOST
WITH SNAP OF YOUR FINGERS
FUNKY GHOST
WHY YOU GONNA DO THAT?
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
Wanna play Kanjam?
NO WAY!
Wanna play Power Stone?
NO WAY!
Wanna play Seaman?
NO WAY!
Wanna play Shenmue?
NO WAY!
Wanna play dreamcast?
NO WAY!
Wanna play Glover?
NO WAY!
Wanna watch Soul Train?
MAYBE!
Wanna play Drumscape?
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
FUNKY GHOST FUNKY GHOST
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