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The Hidden Cameras are a Canadian indie pop band. Fronted by singer-songwriter Joel Gibb, the band consists of a varying roster of musicians who play what Gibb once described as "gay church folk music". Their live performances have been elaborate, high-energy shows, featuring go-go dancers in balaclavas, a choir, and a string section. more »

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In the name of callous talk
This unborn age has reached its botch
Lollipop, lollipop

Mouth of salivating froth, thy stomach does as stomach wants, 
Contagious every single suck, the flavor takes it, takes its time

Lollipop, lollipop

Can't contain the nervousness that creeps into the loins of us
Our fate conceived of block by block and word for word we walk the talk 
Hapless, every single one of us, we favor this in the ways that we waver

Lollipop, lollipop

Hazing is punch or be punched, we whimper what we have not fought 
The body bruised, our fingers fraught
We want the lollipops to be our bread and bacon, in out blood and our bones
 Our brothers to be naked with, terrify, although our words will be vacant,
In the name of talk and this godless creation

Lollipop, lollipop

Turning into sap
The incredulous man
Stumbles as he glances back
The harrowing way

Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop, lollipop

Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws 
And a stomach knotted by thoughts of lollipops, 
Stick into a hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants worn leaving the shop
With a skip and a hop, what a bim what a bop 
What a bim what a bop what a bim, what a bop, bop pop

Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop, lollipop

He's taken in hand
Led by his favorite band
Mumbles as he dances
In a crumbling gang

Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop, lollipop

Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a parking lot 
Our loot spread out, an even glop, our eyes welled up with tears of want 
In tandem every single one of us, in this hapless condition that we made ourselves
In a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our bodies drop
When the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops
Oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops stop

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