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One Fork
02:12
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One fork, one chair, one plate,
But I broke that chair so now I eat on the stairs.
Three bowls in the flat.
One’s for me and the other two, I use for the cats.
Lead paint, don’t care. Not going to scrape,
But I naw on the corners when I’m up on the beers.
No john nowhere. It’s cold.
Used to go outside but now I piss on the stairs.
I’m living like the unabomber, heaven forbid;
I’m living like the unabomber, off of the grid;
I’m living like a man who’s left the world behind.
I’m living like a man who’s got a primitive mind.
I’m lacking all the finer things in life that are free.
I’m lacking all the finer things that come with a fee.
I’m living like the unabomber, empty abode;
I’m living like the unabomber, watch me explode.
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2. |
Fumons!
02:09
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Ils me regardent
C’est médusant
Ils me regardent
mais quels autre est amusant?
Je veux cesser
C’est séduisant
Je veux cesser
Mais quels autre est amusant?
j'ai trop fumé.
Je suis stone;
Oui, fumons!
Je dit “non”
Je suis impuissant
Je dit “non”
Mais quels autre est amusant?
On s’en fiche
Tout est vain
On s’en fiche
Parce que quels autre est amusant?
j'ai trop fumé.
Je suis stone;
Oui, fumons!
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3. |
Un Vrai Fantôme
01:09
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Tu veux le voir un vrai fantôme?
Pas de boulot, pas de diplôme
Pas de bagnole, pas de gilet
Pas de choix, mec, laisse tomber
Que Dieu bénisse Pernod-Ricard
Joli drôle de défouloir
sans-le-sou et sans abri?
Sans souci, ça suffit soûlard.
Effrayé tu fermes les yeux
jettes un regard dédaigneux
Joli voir les alentours
Ne va pas dans les faubourgs
Que Dieu se hâte de châtier
toute l’autre moitié
Ça me fâchent qu’ils gâchent ma vue
n’hante pas les rues de mon quartier!
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4. |
200 Hits
01:29
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200 hits came in the mail.
Time to bless up; time to derail.
They thought I was dealing, but that's not what I'm feeling.
And now that I'm using, I seem to be losing my mind
Out here on grimes
200 hits giving me fits
200 hits can in the post
Now Endless fantasies have me engrossed.
I have to admit there’re 200 hits
That I’ve been abusing; I seem to be losing my mind
Out here on grimes
200 hits, giving me fits
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5. |
Phase Two
01:21
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A trial study for to see
Just how these new drugs alter me
Look at how my blood reacts
Then Fake the numbers, fudge the facts
Phase two, phase two
Is it safe?
Or will it put me in the grave
Phase two phase two
Might as well…
Pfizer’s buying; I’m gonna sell.
A gaggle of the lumpenprole
Sell our bodies/sell our souls
Half hospital/ and half a jail
With unearned cash instead of bail
Phase two, phase two
Is it safe?
Or will it put me in the grave
Phase two phase two
Might as well…
Pfizer’s buying; I’m gonna sell.
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6. |
Huit Dollars
01:13
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Huit dollars? Huit dollars?
Une autre heure détruite pour huit dollars?
Huit dollars? Huit dollars?
Une autre vie détruite pour huit dollars de l’heure!
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7. |
Johns on Parade
01:01
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They come from all over
From sunset to dawn
They come from all over
And piss on my lawn
Their flesh is grizzled and a shankered and hard
And they litter their condoms wrappers
Over my yard
Johns on parade!
Johns on parade!
Johns on parade!
The perverts take their promenade
Johns on parade!
They’ve come to rent a chambermaid
Johns on parade!
Invade, degrade, and pay to get laid
Johns on parade!
It’s time to make them all afraid again.
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8. |
Strawberry Quik
00:55
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Everything leaves an unpleasant taste
Every interaction is a terrible waste
Everything I do leaves me feeling debased
The taste in my mouth is like strawberry quik
That is to say, it tastes like shit
A taste in your mouth just like strawberry quik
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