Lyrics:
I'm a-gonna wrap myself in paper
I'm a-gonna daub myself with glue
Stick some stamps on top of my head
I'm a-gonna mail myself to you
I'm a-gonna
up the every second
Some pillows placed, just so, to placate
Any sense of discomfort
Daub your world a pretty colour, yeah!
Colour! Colour!
Filling
Chui le bouss
Moi Grisca
Je fais pas dla mousse
Pas dla bourta
Pas dla daub quoi
Je n'ais pas peur de moi
J'crie HUM dans toutes les villes
Je suis le
Bhairava
Daub yourself with the ashes of cremation full of hate
Annihilation is the state of anger, I create
Intense mystical dimension
power
Daub with hatred
I want to show you
My weapon of destruction
Embedded in gold
Smeared with false guilt
We are buying our pass to a kingdom
Made
invisible here just past midnight
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
And those wise Greenwich guys really open up your eyes painting portraits of
their pretty little chicks
So to each creator and imitator who daubs
someone wants to hurt you
Or set alight your effigy
Don't call on me to help you out
Don't come crying to me sympathy
You stay there with your daubs
I'm gonna wrap myself in paper
I'm gonna daub myself with glue
Stick some stamps on the top of my head
I'm gonna mail myself to you
I'm gonna tie me
So to each creator an imitator who daubs n' dabbles with the brushes
To the guys that draw the bunnies for the sunday morning funnies
And brighten up
to hold it up. francesco recommends the crisco as a lubricant, daubs on a bit with a miniature doll's foot, finally indicating that s
Nceal her pubic hair
it, I've been drinking
(I've been drinking)
Ayy, one hand on my dookah
One hand on the daub
Getting money, never stoned weed
Needed more, that's why she
a place beyond
The realm that we have travelled yet these dabble daubs are blobs of gouache
And oil and acrylic on the canvas of our dreams
Other people
All winter waiting
Wistfully wanting
New life to spring up
From somewhere
Below cracked surfaces
Bringing with it colour
To daub new early morning
Biro by the bottle
That I'm sipping on while I'm sitting in some British house of wattle
And daub blood that's flammable
Shit I'm'a focking cannibal
Got
people
Saying, Peace; and there was no peace
And one built up a wall, and, lo, others daubed it with untempered morter
Say unto them which daub it with
You not my friend
You not in my zone
Just anotha clone
And i'on wanna clone
Wont the real thing
Like this bottle
She fine she thick
Daub and wattle
She
dancing Morris in the wind
A buzzard slowly circles overhead
Engine houses march along the skyline
A sea fret daubs the coast in brown and red
Beyond
we are Cornishmen
Good Morning missus what is that, Of all sorts is a daub
Tis beef and mutton pork and fat Potatoes leeks and squab
For tis fish
When the world turns into colored stains
Into a daub by abstract artist
Can't remember that what used to be my aims
And dozen of voices turns
the morning skup.
Let take by sun the morning over
slap in old the sky.
The message is dead part the bose a road
what take know overall daubs.
What is the way
Of daub and of wattle
On my soul I pray for answer
Give a miracle I can deliver
On my soul I pray for answer
Give a miracle I can deliver
On my soul I pray
trouver un job
D'été, à mi-temps à Paris
J'parle pas d'boulot qu'est de la daub,
Je parle d'épicier, avocat,
T'as vu la France est incroyable...
Digne de
Once I wake up I felt it in my brain
Its like waking dead on a lifeless sunrise
My sight back to me, the gray daub the place
That take all of me and left
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