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Pre-Workout
02:05
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Desensitized
00:59
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We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We're desensitized!
We're desensitized!
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We're desensitized!
We're desensitized!
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We're desensitized!
We're desensitized!
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We get turned on by the news
We're desensitized!
We're desensitized!....
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3. |
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I killed that axe
Yeah, I shot it dead
I shot that axe
In the back of the head
Now it's dead, dead, dead
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
That axe had a wife
That axe had a kid
It's more than I can handle
Yeah, they want revenge
Is it all in my head?
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!
Axe Murderer!....
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4. |
Blaze By
02:24
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Bullets blaze by
But ya can't lift your head
Stare down so scared
That ya wish you were dead
Pulled in by the haunt of your soul
Dragged down by the rags of you old
Pulled in by the haunt of your soul
Dragged down by the rags of you
Bullets blaze by
But ya ain't lookin' up
Stare down at the ground
'Til your brains erupt
Pulled in by the haunt of your soul
Dragged down by the rags of you old
Pulled in by the haunt of your soul
Dragged down by the rags of you old
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!....
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5. |
I'll Be Your Failure
02:59
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6. |
I Gotta Headache
05:51
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I've got a headache
And I can't fix my life
The fire escape it rattles
With the hows of the night
Just cut out all the bad parts
With the mind of a knife
Deadly it does its duty
But it can't heal the blind
Can't heal the blind
The purple dots
And the crawling designs
Magenta lights don't watch
Where they fly
Drying out
And the plastic it cracks
And the shadow blobs
They lunge and they laugh
They're laughing at me
The heat outside
Says I'd better stay inside
This cocoon is dirty
But so is my mind
Sweating out my soul
As my body cries
Fly into the sun
As my body
As my body dies
Body dies....
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7. |
Danse Surely
02:13
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Dance, Shirley, dance, dance
Dance cuz the cods are havin' a ball
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance
Dance on the arm of the sailor man
Cry, Captain, cry, cry
Cry like a baby in a dream
Dance, Birdie, dance, dance
Dance like your feet were nailed to the floor
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance
Dance cuz the cods are havin' a ball
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance
Dance on the arm of the sailor man
Cry, Captain, cry, cry
Cry like a baby in a dream
Dance, Birdie, dance, dance
Dance like your feet were nailed to the floor
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
Dance, Shirley, dance, dance!
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8. |
Jerkin' Off
00:39
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Jerkin' off!
Jerkin' off!
Jerkin' off!
Jerkin' off!
You're wastin' my time
You're wastin' your breath
You're wastin' away
Yeah, ya bore me to death (with your)
Jerkin' off!
Jerkin' off!
Jerkin' off!
Jerkin' off!
You're wastin' my time
You're wastin' your breath
You're wastin' away
Yeah, ya bore me to death (with your)
Jerkin' off!
Jerkin' off!....
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9. |
Punk Rock Fanzine
02:41
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All my friends are banned
From my favorite venue to play
Another friend just died
And his funeral was today
I ain't got much of a voice
But I got a lot to say
And I dunno how to write
So I scribble anyway
Cuz I still believe in this punk rock fantasy
I still believe in my punk rock fanzine
I still believe in this punk rock fantasy
I still believe in my punk rock fanzine!
Friends like Brad and Joe
Got the local media
Everyone's an artist
Everyone's an audience
We gotta talk to each other
We gotta speak out our minds
We got zig and we gotta zag
Before they put us back in line
Cuz I still believe in this punk rock fantasy
I still believe in my punk rock fanzine
I still believe in this punk rock fantasy
I still believe in my punk rock fanzine!
Punk rock fanzine!
Punk rock fanzine!
Punk rock fanzine!
Punk rock fanzine!....
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10. |
Chinese Heart
01:55
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The devil is here
The devil is with us
The cat slinks around
The mouse in the trap
Walk down the streets
The streets of Paris
Dead Boy's the first to go
Thunder's heart is broke
Dee Dee is the King
Yeah they stole his songs
All of a sudden they're gone
And he didn't last too long
Quietly stalked
But they call it addiction
I can see you lurking
In the corner of my eye
I can only run
I can only run for so long
Dead Boy's the first to go
Thunder's heart is broke
Dee Dee is the King (the fuckin' king)
Creature in the shadows
Waits for me silently
I am the final piece
I'm the final piece....
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11. |
Zodiac Killer
01:49
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Zodiac Killer
Did he die of of cancer?
Was he hit by a Ford Taurus?
Zodiac Killer
Or did Ronald Reagan's astrologer take him out?
Zodiac Killer
Did he die of of cancer?
Was he hit by a Ford Taurus?
Zodiac Killer
Or did Ronald Reagan's astrologer take him out?
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer
Zodiac Killer....
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12. |
Dino-Rider
02:24
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I'm a fuckin' Dino-Rider
I'm gonna kick your ass
Body armor and mind control
Will bring extinction fast
Jurassic parking only
And you don't have a tag
Ride this dino like a tank
I'm never coming back
We're the fuckin' Dino-Riders
We're gonna kick your ass
Body armor and mind control
Will bring extinction fast
Jurassic parking only
And you don't have a tag
Ride this dino like a tank
We're never coming baaaaaack!....
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