| Why… this is unreal
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| I can’t stand still long enough
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| To let myself freak out
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| Freak out
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| Hello there fella
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| Jesus
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| I’m on the jug again
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| With sheaths and pills
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| Invading all those stills
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| In a hovel of a bed
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| I will scream in vain
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| Oh please miss Lane
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| I’m pissed again
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| And walking through out city’s neon lights
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| Discussing our whopping sick sequential lines
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| Wanna carve out our lives
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| Intangible of price
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| Trying to find what happened last night
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| I came upon your room it stuck into my head
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| We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
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| You took delight in taking down
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| My shielded pride
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| Until exposed my darker side
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| Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
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| Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try
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| If only for the old times cold times
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| Don’t go waving your pretentious love
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| Heaping on loads of complements he concocts every painable technique of exposing
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| Himself to the thrones of eagerly awainting merchant marines
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| Unaware of his own brooding nature, the ex-biker shreiks back across the infield
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| «Lay me down and help despite?» |
| take off their clothes and do dirty unspeakable
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| Things to the tiny ones waiting by the fishtank to take a bath that will last
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| one
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| Thousand years
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| I came into your room it stuck into my head
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| We leapt in bed degrading even lice
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| With a little pain
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| My shielded pride
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| Until exposed my darker side
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| Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
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| Too cheap to ride they’re worth a try
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| If only for the old times
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| Don’t go wasting your pretentious love
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| Halfway out of a wheelchair the commie ex-patriot art dealer slash pimp shoves
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| cells of
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| Pure feeling into the mouths of innocent prostitutes begging for a better view
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| of the
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| Real videos so that their own skulls evaporating into nothing while men of real
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| wealth
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| Wash their penises in the open sores of one hundred thousand blinded children
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| looking
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| For a better place to die
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| To die x 3
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| I canna bubba lubba groopa wanna getta trubba dubba lubba
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| Lalalala kakakaka buhbuh
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| Echo echo echo echo echo echo mother fucker
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| And just chill bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Calienté (Dark Entries) , by - Revolting Cocks. Song from the album Cocked and Loaded, in the genre Иностранный рок