| In a place where long lost souls are led astray
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| A penny’s a cheap price to pay
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| We play those poke´em in the nostril games all day
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| Oh the fun! |
| oh the joy! |
| they all would say
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| Ode to tranquils meant to soothe
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| Head riots, all them bells in my mind in high pursuit
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| In love with a spine, I try to stroke it most of the time
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| I wish they could, wish they would
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| Leave us alone, leave us alone
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| Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you
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| Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you
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| Life on clouds and walls in bloom, bring the cookie, eat the cookie
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| Who’s the cookie, I’m the cookie
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| Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you
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| Carnivore, show me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you
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| Sing along and my birds will hum, bring the cookie, kill the cookie
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| Who’s the cookie, I’m that cookie
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| The warden plays such a pretty little tune
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| We call it the toenail dance and we’re in love with the fumes
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| A sweet and innocent after tear romance
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| Painting blisters on our feet, more sugar by any chance?
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| We sway in time to the rhythm we left behind
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| Are we entertained by the lunacy at hand?
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| What we see is man’s cruelty
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| We’re down on our knees, we’re begging you please
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| Leave us alone, leave us alone
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| Leave us alone, leave us alone
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| Carnivore, carnivore…
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| Carnivore, we never could tell, no one wants to feed you
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| Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you
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| Life on clouds and walls in bloom, sing along and my birds will hum
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| Life on clouds and walls in bloom, sing along and my birds will hum
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| Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you
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| Carnivore, tell me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you
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| Life on clouds and walls in bloom, bring the cookie, eat the cookie
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| Who’s the cookie, I’m the cookie
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| Carnivore, we never could tell, no one seems to feed you
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| Carnivore, show me what is that smell, no one wants to greet you
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| Sing along and my birds will hum, bring the cookie, kill the cookie
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| Who’s the cookie, I’m the cookie |