Gordy's lightin fires smoking dope slashing tires
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Brian Giffens lyin about the girls he's pullin in
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Rabbit's smoking crack sayin I got a problem
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Drinking too much and doin heroin
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Skinhead Lori got the glory Pasta's bass a different story
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Benny stole the sign right off the club caravan
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Becker got a job
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Erin went out on the nob
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Knucklehead went to jail again
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A subterranean perfume come a creepin round my nose
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I know I'm with the creetins and deceitful lyin whores
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I walk along these avenues for all of them I own
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A destitute hopeless man with barely any clothes
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Packs of lies like animals keep me runnin the night
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Well I've withstood a decade in the vulture's line of sight
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When the rivers of the innocent begin to overflow
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I wait there for the spirits and I eat them to the bone
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Well there's a carnival of souls in the factory cells
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Where the false prophets promise you Heaven and Hell
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I scourge the underbelly of the city's seedy side
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I monopolize in lawlessness deceitfulness and bribes
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I'm the Anti-Christ a Poltergeist
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I demand a sacrifice
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I ain't so nice so be advised pure instinct I've survived
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Mocking screams with laughter after you I'm comin after
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I'm the pariah that brings the rapture and the seals I've opened wide
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Robert showed up loaded got pissed off and exploded
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Yellin at Wes the skin for spillin beer
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Terry Root came on in to calm it all down
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Said, c'mon man we all gotta be in here
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Dibble fought in his own war joined the Provo Marine corps
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Alicia's got a problem with her man again
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Gabe and Burl and some girl went to the end of the world Looking for weed from Joe Lenihan
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...Hey! This is Lars over here... and I tell you what, I'm just as fucked up as all those guys. But you know, that's just the way I remembered it. The Skunx. Yeah, the crew, the Skunx. That song's for all you guys. You know, past, the present, the dead, the alive. I'll always remember you...
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Subterranean
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Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards |