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When all the nuclear rats rise up
I will be their king
When all your teeth have fallen out
We will all stand up and sing
For joy, joy, joy
For all your days are numbered
and For the sleepless nights, you quietly slumbered
Wake up all the sleeper agents
Hiding in their bunkers
Signals hidden in radio waves
Masking all the jumpers
Feed, by dawn
Big blood hounds,
Sniffing out the fawns
Keep your eyes on that gauge
Fastened to your wrist
Like A Deep-Sea diver,
digging treasures from the pits
when voices fall to a hush in the local rats nest
And when Peter stands with Paul
Their planning an uprising
That’s our sign to, burn it all
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Polka Dot Dress
02:03
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Choose your words wisely
Scrutinize your outfit even more
Cause we might not make it back here
Hunting on all fours
Shake the hands at the entrances
This man is running hot
Follow the energy
Till I find your spot
In the Polka dot dress
Well, we head out to the track
Put it all on a horse
Had no way of knowing
Of course, there's some remorse
But not really much
And I rifle through your purse
looking for your lucky lipstick
smear it across my teeth
and Act like an idiot
It doesn't matter you wont invite me back
In your Polka dot dress
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A motorcade
Full of dignitaries
Riding high
In their century
One signals to the other
Roll the widows up
Draws his pistol
From the glove box
The casings clatter
In the car park
outside the sizzler
Just after dark
Open the curtains
to peek in
Out of curiosity
How many pieces they left you in
Take a drag
let the officers run their course
This will be your last day
on the force
Roll Down the windows
on the drive home
to get some air
the Blood and foam
Those casings clatter
In the car park
outside the sizzler
Just after dark
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Medicine in the Cheese
01:32
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New personality
turn key
All of my valuables
Put in place for me
And I don’t read
there's nothing in books for me
All I need now is the medicine
hiding in the cheese
Got a new wardrobe
Ex skin heads fatigues
all the irony
lost on me
Oh its all so tough
We feel like giving up
Wading through the reeds
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Stuntman #2
01:38
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So your sick of taking bumps
and you want a real job
Well come with me son
Show us what you've got
Up atop that ladder
I am scared of heights
No time for that now
Where real men learn how to fight
Jabbed That fork
in your enemies forehead
Id have more heroes
But they all are dead
They Strike, like cobras
In the warmth of the yellow light
Closed circuit Television
Where real men learn the fight
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