We are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula glue.
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We are the shock-eyed children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo.
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We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the noisy sun.
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So won't you tell us what's brewing in your trenches?
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Let us see what you've got hidden under the web.
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Come on, come on, what's listening in those stretch marks?
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Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you meant when you said...
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Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
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Abandoned like a bombed out conversation.
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Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
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I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation.
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Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
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Gaping like a cracked open pinata
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Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
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Pink tarantula teeth in our pina coladas.
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What¡¯s cooking in your stain? (come on taxman)
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The sleepy clang of cash register fangs
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What¡¯s cooking our sun? (come on taxman)
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The addictive hum of bubble gum slums
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Come on taxman!
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This withered milk tree that you call love collapses like an empty glove..
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Feed it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)
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And we know that sewing on another asshole wont make us shit more,
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but who can resist a two-for-one at the pink tarantula store?
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Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
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Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
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Pink tarantula!
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1, 2, 3, go!
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When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through its frosted veil.
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We'll always lay together dreaming of other people under the poison hail.
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You look so disgusting, all pink and puckered, covered with tarantula hair.
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You look so disgusting I can feel the sight rotting off of my prowling stare.
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And we know that TV fed us our first footsteps,
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but the Ketamine is gonna teach us, teach us, teach us,
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gonna teach us, teach us, teach us just how to crawl.
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We are the cross-eyed children misled to yellow in tarantula webs.
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Yeah we are the gawk-eyed children chained to rot in the designer fuck beds.
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Buy, eat, own, fuck,
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Abandoned like a bombed out conversation.
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Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
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I pledge allegiance to the small talk nation.
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Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
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Gaping like a cracked open pinata
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Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
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Pink tarantula teeth in our pina coladas
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Pink tarantula! (Yeah!)
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Pink tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
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Pink tarantula!
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1, 2, 3, go!
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Pink Tarantulas
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| The Blood Brothers |
