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Cleopatra
00:48
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Instrumental
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Wild Petunia
03:21
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On the TV screen you cannot enter
She's bent and stretched at the fitness center
She'll make you burn and make you quake
She'll keep you trim as a sirloin steak
From your eyebrows to your toes ~ She'll replace the world you know
She's your obsession now ~ You odda see the likes of Wild Petunia
Separate the fact from fiction
She'll cook you in her secret kitchen
You'll feel so hot when you begin it
She'll wear you down in 20 minutes
She can color all your dreams like a Playboy magazine
Have you thinking wild while she’s making you sweat
She'll melt you down ~ She'll fire you up ~ She'll pump your blood
You odda see the legs on Wild Petunia
Yeah, you really odda see her with your own two eyes
No need to plead and beg with Wild Petunia
Designed to make a grown man fantasize
You odda see the likes of Wild Petunia
Yeah, you really gotta see her with your own two eyes
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Ear To Ear
03:30
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Hand grenades and grand parades
Snake charmers biting venomous snakes
Wild blaring speakers from TVs
Prevent the news from getting through
All eardrums they penetrate
Without silence we reclaim delights that swell our aural veins
Loud decibels in hemispheres crisscrossed in stores between our ears
No one hears and gets very far
Common words from citizens
Pig gossip passed from wolf to men
Large tihslub tosses from ear to ear
From ear to ear to ear to ear
All happy victims retreat here
Hard wrenches in a soft machine
Those spinning wheels need grease and grease
… and grease … and grease
Noise that starts the stress release
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Mistresses and Masters
02:59
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The man who sold the world is now a hustler and a miser
He feels no more wiser than he did before the deal
It must have been a myth that he could have been a martyr
The moment that he tried to he had better things to do
The social pages claim he is selling something new
He rebuilt the pyramids out of Sony ghetto-blasters
Now his music's playing louder than it's ever been before
He photographed your world with a million tiny cameras
Then he put them on display for your Mistresses and Masters
He stole like Robin Hood ~ But he gave like Ma Teresa
Then he overmaxed his Visa to push prozac on the world
One thing is for sure: The world is spinning faster
Now he only lives to entertain your Mistresses and Masters
What started out as fact has turned into science fiction
All the curfews and restrictions have been lifted from the world
So go out and paint the sky green and gold and alabaster
For the pleasure of your eyes and your Mistresses and Masters
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Toxic World
04:33
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I smoked Dadubees in my car ~ My rolling steel killing jar
With a torso tight with tar I became the President of Toxic World
My blindness hid me from the sun and most of what I did was fun
Old Milwaukee wet lunch showed me brandy before nine
I got blind in both my ears ~ I got deaf in both my eyes in Toxic World
Just like premeditated genocide you only buy in jars
Mother Earth is so afraid she'll perish before Mars in Toxic World
Smile while paying tax on toxins for your breathing mask in Toxic World
Liquid courage in a can will make a mouse of any man in Toxic World
In Toxic World we choose the slowest forms of suicide
Abuses them in our bars
Everybody signs up for vacations out to Mars in Toxic World
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Little Vampires
04:51
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It's not the size of your pen but how big you write your name
Sonny, adhere to the object of the game
Stay true to the family plan
Bow down not to any man
Advice can drive you inside!
Know the wolves you run with ~ Don't fall patsy to desires
And look out for Little Vampires!
Dot your I's and J's and keep your power to your brood
Don't take on giant cities unprepared
Careful what you do down south!
Spit out what is in your mouth!
They'll sink their fangs into you!
Liar! Liar! Soul's on fire!
Careful what you choose ... and look out for Little Vampires!
Those vampires will:
Tax your castle ~ Tax your moat
Tax your gators ~ Tax your goat
Tax your sternum ~ Tax your throat
Tax your trousers ~ Tax your coat
Tax your tunes and big TV ~ Tax your gas and SUV
Tax your children ~ Tax your wife
Tax your tax and tax your life
Tax your books of poetry ~ Tax you for eternity ~ Tax your casket
After that there's bloody inheritance tax
Forever there's their aftermath
Trust the pack you run with, boy, and watch your P's and Q's
Memorize your atmosphere and gather all the clues
And look out for Little Vampires!
“Careful what you wish for,” I can still hear Pappy say
“Sonny, hate the player, always love your game”
Travel swift to beat their rap or fall into their booby trap
They'll suck the blood oudda you!
Liar! Liar! Truth defilers cast a spell on you
Don't let your fingers trip their wires
Careful or you're screwed! ... and beware of Little Vampires!
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Scourge of the Nation
03:19
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He went from zero to be swimming in the dollars
Rags to riches in forty seconds flat
He donned the bling and the diamond-stud collars
The world was his welcome mat
But that was zen and this is now! Holy cow!
He had cars, he had bars, he had babes and guitars
He had power and fame ~ He was tops in the news
He was dabbling in drugs ~ He was drowning in booze
First they built him up to be an overnight sensation
Next day they are calling him the Scourge of the Nation
His spirits went down as the bills piled up
There was no more Cristal in his gold-plated cup
The Repo Man brought fleets of vans and wheeled up to his door
Clipped his wings, stripped his bling and towed his '98 Porsche
Cameras, cameras everywhere! But not a safe location
Vultures often love to bleed a carcass where it falls
First they built him up to be an overnight sensation
Next day they are calling him the Scourge of the Nation
First they built him up to be an overnight sensation
Next day they are calling him the Scourge of the Nation
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Octopus
03:02
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SCENE I:
A crazy old bird from a crazy old house
Chanting a curse with her twisted old mouth
She's hitting those men ~ Now she's spitting at them
She has debates with herself ~ She has debates with herself
She has debates with herself ~ Now she has pigeons for friends
She got snagged by an octopus
SCENE II:
This decrepit young man thinks he's a modern Chopin
He's playing calypso with a stick and a can
His style is unique but his groove is off-beat
I feel sorry for him ~ He has no steel in his can
I feel sorry for him ~ He has no shoes on his feet
He got snagged and dragged down by an octopus
SCENE III:
She says she thinks she's a girl from a parallel world
She's pulling my hair ~ She wants to take me somewhere
Her husband was thin and I remind her of him
But I can't be that thin ~ He's been dead for ten years
(Man, it sucked to be him) Octopus!!!
He got ripped off, stripped off bad by an octopus
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Laughing Gas
03:40
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At 11:59 we can bide each other's time
We can talk about the future and the past
Turn up all the gain ~ Ride that crazy train
We can own the nights again ~ We can laugh
Better believe we can
Better believe we can
Have to believe we can laugh
At 11:59 we can waste each other's time
We can empty all the bottles in the cask
Wallow like two rats in the crumbling bric-o-brac
We can pass along a smile or a snack
They'll think we're on laughing gas
Think we're on laughing gas
Think we're on laughing gas
Life is like laughing gas
Life is like laughing gas
Life is like laughing gas
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Nebula Man
04:45
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She's a rainbow and He's her Nero
(He is an oracle quoting cryptic scriptures in a park)
She's a field and He's her scarecrow
(She is sleek ribbons of deep colors on the wings of meadowlarks)
She's a raven and He's a sparrow
(He is the charcoal and the carrot making up a snowman's face)
He's her Pharoah and She's an arrow
(He is The Voyageur searching for his name in outer space)
He wants to be the king of the whole damned thing
The pick of the lot who plays a bad mad scientist
He's a flake and her fan ~ She does what she can
When she spends her life with Nebula Man
Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man
She's a good host and He's a lamp post
(She is vibrant colors from the tail of a comet after dark)
She's a dreamboat and He's cerebral
(He is The Bicyclist on the back of every playing card)
He's the Libra ~ A Philanthropic Zebra
(She is a fire, ruby red, like the oval heart of Mars)
He's her distant and frigid Pluto
(He is the little copper wires in the pickups of guitars)
He wants to be the cure for the cancers to push a pin on the chart
He has to beat the questions and answers
He's a wondering man with his paths and his plans
And they share the head of Nebula Man
Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man
NEBULA MAN:
I am The Libra ~ A Philharmonic Zebra
Freedom Man delivered ~ Enveloped in retro-vogue
No rings on my fingers ~ Still I am Saturn
The great magnetic field in the core of the stars
He has to beat the laws of the jungle and taste the steel of a knife
He has a helluva wife with a helluva life ~ He's a helluva man
He does what He can ~ She shares a bed with Nebula Man
Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man ~ Nebula Man
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