Burn Piano Island, Burn
Blood Brothers, The lyrics
Blood Brothers, The lyrics
"Siamese Gun Lyrics"
Where Does That Boy Hang Out Lyrics
Where Where Where Is he over there Where where where is he over there He's on the corner waiting ( waiting) waiting for the right love to walk on by he's on the look out he should cause
Where Where Where Is he over there Where where where is he over there He's on the corner waiting ( waiting) waiting for the right love to walk on by he's on the look out he should cause
separate the sparkle from the stars and put them both on trial.
"order in the court!", the judge pukes up a putrid smile.
tear the tingle from the touch
and lock them both in a windowless cell.
the D.A. fingers the jury like the snail fucks the shell.
clik clik bang bang
kiss the siamese gun
clik clik bang bang bang.
<br /> exhibit A: the trail of the womb tears the blinking genitalia.
exhibit B: a death leather towel to mop the blood and saliva.
every smile is evidence,
and lifting a proud tentacle his honor howls your sentence
"death to the accused the scum the human menace."
exhibit C: your journal sewn with pony hair and claws.
Medley For A "v" (the Pussy Medley) Lyrics
Snoop talking: Ay yo g-1 i been listening to this nigga quik album & he ain't got no songs about the pussy. you know That nigga gotta have something about the pussy on This shit ya feel me? an
exhibit D: your cancerous smiles our equations can't solve,Snoop talking: Ay yo g-1 i been listening to this nigga quik album & he ain't got no songs about the pussy. you know That nigga gotta have something about the pussy on This shit ya feel me? an
those teeth can't be tamed they can't be proven,
load the siamese gun shoot shoot shoot it!
sterilize the black widow of it's web silk,
drain piano island of it's pineapple milk.
pave the sea, divorce the fish from the fin.
the gavel pounds...the audience hisses for skin.
order yeah! o
Where the Streets Have No Name Lyrics
I want to run I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name I want to feel su
rder yeah! order in the court!I want to run I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name I want to feel su
let the extermination begin...
the executioner's thighs widen like a grin let the execution begin.
and in a flash every face twists electric octopus,
hungry, anxious for pain.
clik clik bang bang kiss
the siamese gun...
exhibit E: you're on your knees.
choking on the barrel of the siamese gun!