1. |
Waiting
01:20
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What are we waiting for? Waiting for the...
It's no fun while we wait. Oh.
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2. |
Wizard
04:10
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In the calm, before the storm, the forecaster is reborn
Poor old sooth-Sayer said too much
He's a wizard with no beard, a maverick pioneer
Shit the shaman drank too much
Cause you're living in a dream, where nothing is quite what it seems
Left turn left your other left
Where he's going, where he's been, too fucked up to be seen
Can he get a ride to town?
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3. |
Youth
03:32
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Remember back in the day when we were young
How we had such fun when we hung
Too old for playgrounds but we still spun
Get a stick get a stone no plastic gun
Sunny-boys and Pablo honey
When the sun was hot the streets they got runny
I've got a guinea pig a fox ate my bunny
We're hanging out all night in the dark just to smoke bark spotlight oh shit I've got you now
And when it rained how the streets they'd flood
Get a rashie vest and go slide in the mud
Get a bag of kiff and pass it off as bud
Got ya first cd your best bands blowin' up drink drink drink drink
I've got you now
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4. |
Feel
03:18
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I'll be your preacher your teacher
Pleasure to meet you my dear
I ask you nice I beseech you
Ask twice or I have no fear
You feel the spirit no holy war
You've taken a fall taken it all
This Charlie Sheen you know what I mean
So many shades of grey are you okay?
Back door runaway
How does it feel?
You can feel it out
You can tell it to your mumma
You can tell it to your pappa
Whats this all about?
And I have no clue
And I said to you
Back door
How's it feel
I'm your preacher
How's it feel
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5. |
Dont
02:44
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Don't
Please don't do that
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6. |
Filth
05:08
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We have such fun when we play outside
I'll count to ten and you go and hide
I killed a cane toad and you killed a mosquito
We're playing doctor while your mum plays keno
We're running round you're throwing sick up
It's cops and robbers and this is a stick up
You've got a tattoo and it come off in the rain
I drank too fast it's freezing my brain
Where did you get that from
Whoa that was lying in the gutter
But to kids oh no that doesn't even matter
You're in the gutter and you're looking at something
Sand in your hair dirt in your eyes
You put your face flat down on a hotplate
Just tell the truth there's no need for lies
We're coming down there's no pick me up
And all this filth is like sand through my hands
You know your pocket candy is covered in lint
I cracked my head can you see the bone?
Whoa that was lying in the gutter
But to kids oh no that doesn't even matter
They tell you sit don't claw at the chemicals
And when you're lit you burn nothing at all
They bruise their knees after falling off ferriswheels
It's magnified oh the fire they're dying
Whoa that was lying in the gutter
But to kids oh no that doesn't even matter
Filth
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