I blame my job, I blame my wife
For this coronary life
Cledus on the ER table
Vital signs ain't too stable
Hey, Doc, I'm proud of you
I didn't »
Coronary Life
Essenshul Cledus T. Judd
by Cledus T. Judd
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to death
Come on momma
Come on daddy
Come on skinny
Come on fatty
Shake it Martha
Shake it Larry
Shake it Mr. Coronary
You gotta dance dance
Come »
Dance Yourself to Death
Flush the Fashion
by Alice Cooper
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Coming up beyond belief
On this coronary thief
More than just a leitmotif
More chaotic, no relief
I'll describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds »
Special K
Black Market Music
by Placebo
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carved and collected in a doggy-bag
I mince up your limbs, off-cuts and cartilage
Stuffing freshly-drawn intestine with grated coronary arteries
I »
Slash Dementia
Symphonies of Sickness [Japan Bonus Tracks]
by Carcass
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by won't
You show me where to get them bellyaches
Or I'll be eating marrow
Straight from the bone
Those days I had a coronary taste
Falling from »
Ghostboy
Ghostboy [Bonus DVD]
by Gabriel Ríos
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Finger-lickin' digital café
It was Al Packer's Legendary
coronary Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and Buffet
Some dark night
You gonna see a weird light
Up on Cannibal »
Comin' Back for More
Dr. Demento 30th Anniversary Collection: Dementia 2000
by C.W. McCall
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by won't
You show me where to get them bellyaches
Or I'll be eating marrow
Straight from the bone
Those days I had a coronary taste
Falling from »
Ghostboy
Ghostboy
by Gabriel Ríos
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no escape.
Glaring eyes all filled with hate.
Arteries throb, coronaries pound
Aggravation all around.
Like wildfire it spreads through »
Aggravation
UK Jive
by The Kinks
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at your dome and at your coronary
Then I finish you off with a banner to the respiratory
Best prepare to die when you step into my territory
[ chorus ] ( »
Red Dawn
Dirty Weaponry
by Killarmy
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to be the one
To be the known for all you're odd or ordinary
Skip your coronary rip your auditory canal for now
Livin' on the low but little did you know »
Fat Laces
Defenders of the Underworld
by Arsonists
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lost its morals
I say that must be territorial 'cause my people stay deep like corals
As my coronary and cerebulum collaborate and make me historical »
Pimp Shit
Grey Skies
by Crooked Lettaz
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