1. |
Fuck C*ps!
02:50
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Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
Fuck Cops
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2. |
Postman Dan
03:08
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He was walking down the street
Going faster than his feet
When he looked into the sky above
He saw the clouds turn green
And the grass turn white
So he took another great big puff
The day was going great
Listening to that tape
Singing his favorite song
The trees were saying hi
The sun was saying yo
And Ms. Peggy Sue was giving her show
Cause this is the life of Postman
This is the life of Postman Dan
Oh Dan
The postman goes along
Singing his song
Whistling his favorite tune
If they catch him for his crime
Then he'll be doing time
And then ol' Dan will be through
So he takes another hit
Of his spliff
When he hears that cry
He goes up to the house
Quiet as a mouse
He knows he's got to try
"I've got a package for you
It's here and due
Wanna feel alive?"
Banging on the door
Asking for more
Before he takes his knife
Cause this is the life of Postman
Oh this is the life of Postman Dan
Oh Dan
Oh this is the life of Postman Dan
Oh yeah this is the life of Postman Dan yeah, yeah
This is the life of Postman Dan
This is the life of Postman Dan yeah
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life of Postman Dan
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3. |
Birthday Weekend
04:34
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No I don't understand
I thought that this was my birthday weekend
No I don't understand
What happened to my perfect weekend
When I came down to you
I thought my stress would fall apart
Like my open heart
But instead all I will do
Is feel my head implode for you
No I don't understand
I thought that this was my birthday weekend
No I don't understand
What happened to my perfect weekend
If I could just hold you baby
One more time
Well then maybe I would feel alright
But in the end it felt like you don't like me
And I don't really like me too
No I don't understand
I thought that this was my birthday weekend
No I don't understand
What happened to my perfect weekend
Take it away boys
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4. |
Witches
02:18
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Witches in the woods
Doing what they should
Dark blood sisterhood
There goes the neighborhood
First they'll take your dog
Drown him in the bog
Then they'll be right back
For you dirty little brats
Boy you better run for your life
They're gonna keep you 'till they're satisfied
Boy you better run for your life
Cause the witches they come at night
Magic bitch
Wicked witch
Flay the skin
Limb from limb
Beneath the moon so pale
They'll hang you by the nails
Next comes the flood
They're bathing in your blood
They'll dance the whole night through
I hope you like the view
Time to cook the stew
The main ingredient is you
You're the main attraction for the bloodiest night
Dancing for the devil in a ritual rite
Lock the doors 'n windows, hold your family tight
Cause the witches they come at night
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5. |
Kaleidoscope
06:37
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Kaleidoscope on the wall
A VCR and a broke down car
I followed the rabbit down and took a big fall
Now I see it all, oh I see it all yeah
Lights are dripping on down to the floor
Me and my three friends can't take this anymore
My brain is bumping, my heart is jumping
But all I've got are me and my three friends
Can you prove the proof, belief or truth
Basketball shoes on a kangaroo
Pour one out for Earth Worm Jim
Sink or swim, I just can't feel my limbs
My brain is soaking, my ego's croaking
Lights are dripping on down to the floor
Me and my three friends can't take this anymore
My brain is bumping, my heart is jumping
But all I've got are me and my three friends
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