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BAD ANNA/// words and music by J. Mazzucco Bad Anna... That's bullshit, but it's how, With a hired hand, there you are It's getting hot now, they'll give it to ya- People out there will set you off- hey! Watch the phone calls, don't talk They'll give it to ya- brush you out, in total! Tuesday is a sucka, you bet- Anna dialed... She dialed with intent you know Don't say where they need to go Don't call Philadelphia- There'll be no one there to help you Bad Anna, Bad Anna Listen to me! Bad Anna-switch the channel, They'll sock it to ya Don't say anything, just get out! You better run! Better barrel, better barrel- This time they're sending Shotgun Cheryl! She dialed and bit down, you know Don't say where they need to go Don't call Philadelphia- There'll be no one there to help you Bad Anna, Bad Anna You better run! Better barrel Bad Anna! Listen to me now, Bad Anna Listen to me now, Bad Anna You better run! Better run! Just get out of there! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out!!! |
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THORNS/// words and music by J. Mazzucco Look- he's lonely and tired His arm's on the right every night in the cold... Dreams swans that have drowned He can't look back to what was his own. A true English garden grew there, he called it a home- all choked with thorns They fall on his head, nothing was said They fall in a pattern, they can God has a plan, so lets leave it alone He's carefully guarding someone who passed on the pond- all choked with thorn No surprise, no suprise True, he's regarded a man- the fault's all his own the fault's all his own... But a new sun is rising, and I can see Venus And heavenly bodies will not come between us again A new sun is rising, and I can see Venus ahead... |
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MARCH FROM L/// words and music by J. Mazzucco Buddah! Shiva! Liar! Robin! Williams! Jesus! Satan! Aw, Yeah! Thor! Thor! Thor! Yeah... Jesus! Islam! Liar! Robin! Williams! Jesus! Satan! Aw, Yeah! Yeah... Yep... Jesus! Slayer! Liar! Robin! Williams! Koffi! Yuhas! Aw, Yeah! Thor! Thor! Yeah... Yeah...Rama! Shiva! Buddah! Jesus! Satan! Liar! Satan! Liar! Jesus! Judas! Yuhas! Robin! Williams! Leo! Sayer! Aw, Yeah! |
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WHEN VULTURES CRAWL/// words and music by J. Mazzucco Night rolls past when vultures crawl Time rolls back when vultures crawl Kicking and screaming Nalhyulnyk Plucking the liver and eyes out in the sun Time rolls by high when vultures crawl, vultures crawl- alley oop! Kicking and screaming Nalhyulnyk Plucking their liver and spine out in the sun Time rolls back when vultures crawl |
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ALL THINNED OUT/// words and music by J. Mazzucco You can read it in the pages- we're born to cry You can see it in the faces of the Mother-Child You can see it in your day jobs- make shit, wonder why we're all thinned out ba ba ba ba ba ba/ ba ba ba ba ba ba We're all thinned out, there's no way around it We're all thinned, everybody learn to swim, we got to get on out! We'll never see it in this life again! You'll never have an extraordinary friend, whoa, woah, yeah! Hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt me- you can see it in the papers, make shit wonder why Hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt me now- don't doubt me Slip inside their side, take 'em toe to toe, tooth for tooth, an eye for an eye! An eye for an eye! We're all thinned out, is there's no way outta this mess? We're all thinned, everybody learn to swim, we got to get up! You'll never see it in this life again! We'll never have an extraordinary friend, whoa, woah, yea We're all thinned out. They think we're all thinned out... NO. |
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Fly On The Wall/// live 06.06.06 - (wmv
video) words and music by J. Mazzucco Sippin in the city, I gotta cool off, gotta move off camera watch that water- the heart strain sets me wild It's insane from the heartland down to Alabama Watch them all- four lanes and a WHY? Who sends you all the damage with your picture of a sheik and your lonely lovers dreams die Who sends you by the camera It's a rhythm! Who sends you that antenna with your picture of a freak then your lonely lovers dreams die Who sends you all the damage- Tell me who that rhythm's for? Who's that fly on the wall? Tell me who am I talkin for? Who's that fly on the wall? Make me say WHY? Who stands you by the camera? Shoobitty ba ba ba now what would you do? What would you do now Shut it out! Shut it out! Shut it out! Shut it out! Make me say WHY? Sippin in the city, I gotta cool off, gotta move off camera watch that wall- four lanes and a WHY? It's insane from the heartland down to Alabama Watching out- the hard strain sends me wild Make me say WHY? Who sends you all the damage? Shoobitty ba ba ba now what would you do? What would you do now What would you do now Shut it out! Shut it out! Shut it out! |
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