| I turn virgin to prostitute
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| Turn paper black with dirt my words are destitute
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| Beauty is hideous to me in its ugliness
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| Grotesque love in the heart of a baroness
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| Kiss of the spider woman
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| With my cracked skull on her bosom
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| In the web of the unforgiven
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| And my heart beats a mechanical rhythm
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| Black and white images
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| My animal vision
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| Animal mission, animal instinct
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| The animal missing link
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| The manimal that bleeds in the kitchen sink
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| Bleeding like mogwai
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| Green weed gremlin
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| Sipping white Russians like the bar was the Kremlin
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| Anything to blend in
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| Cap pulled lower down
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| Strap buds while my liver laps up the Löwenbräu
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| Damn, I swore I wasn’t going out like this
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| Fingertips touching you, closing your eyelids
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| Kissing you goodnight with the lips of Medusa
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| Head full of snakes and the fate of a puma
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| Braincell travel at the pace of a rumor
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| Sun turned black in the shade of the lunar
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| [Chorus: Jehst & Micall Parknsun
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| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon
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| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room
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| Move back!
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| Before making your move
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| Who’s that?!
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| Michael, sparking a zoot
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| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon
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| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room
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| You better move back!
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| Before making your move
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| Who’s that?!
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| William, blazing a zoot
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| P moves like a millipede
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| Over a milie beat
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| My energy is ten times infinity
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| Conceiving the chemistry
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| With 'erb as a remedy
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| J*Star, LG with P
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| That’s a recipe
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| A new breed of pedigree
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| For your telly screen and radio
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| Search for the goal like Subbuteo
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| I chat facts while ya
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| Chat out ya battyhole
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| Stand back, fassyhole
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| I’m an anthrax bomb 'bout to blow
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| I’m a drop a load
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| Drop a flow for the bros
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| Bunning 'dro ducking po
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| Being typical
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| I’m raw to the mineral
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| With the syllable
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| That I spit at you
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| I’m digital
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| Like the DVD and telly screen sitting in your living room
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| Pick a tune
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| In the battle like Pikachu
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| The Pokémon
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| Trying to focus on
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| The what’s happening
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| And what’s going on
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| Nothing but the wong
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| In the city of babylon
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| As I travel on the cobble road
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| With no time, gotta go!
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| Cya later, adios, son!
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| Ghost, like facekillah
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| The host and spliff biller
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| Holding a pen with a
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| What the fuck you figure?
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| I ain’t Jigga
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| Nigga
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| Wigga
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| It’s bigger
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| [Chorus: Jehst & Micall Parknsun
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| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon
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| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room
|
| Move back!
|
| Before making your move
|
| Who’s that?!
|
| Michael, sparking a zoot
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| The Sun turned black in the shade of the moon
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| Everybody stepped back when I came in the room
|
| You better move back!
|
| Before making your move
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| Who’s that?!
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| William, blazing a zoot |