Lyrics:
moon
They say that you can see him stompin' up and down the dunes
He's a big raunchy cat but he swings right along
Groovin' to the beat of a Nashville
working by the hour
Going row to row is how you make your bread and butter
We would pick and pull till we got to the end
Get up the next day, start all over
Boy, you better watch your step
Watch your mind
they've sharpened their arrows
and left you behind
Pick up the pieces, my rational one
Show your teeth,
Yesterday is dead,
Tomorrow doesn't matter,
We only have today,
Just one day,
To pick up the pieces from where we left off again.
This is really
ill-fated end
It's two fatal foes
So the story goes
We escape to follow our own minds
With our faith aligned
Blood, violence, ash in the sky
You pick a side,
A doctor, a lawyer, a preacher
He'll gobble one any fine day
But the ladies, God bless 'em
He'll only address 'em
Politely and go on his way
I can readily
July
In a horror movie when the car won't start
You give it one last try
Guinnevere orders one more beer in the smokey pick-up bar
A burnt out
brain / Dancing devils in a chorus line / Jell-O gyrating in and out of time / Stabbing pains, intense withdrawal I can’t pick up if you don’t call /
""I see the young Lose their way Lost in a world of ignorance Led astray Led astray by the face of the hour You consume it all It's forcing you
round
But the price of inspiration can't be found
Pick him up toss him in bed
Those weighty words inside his head
Surely keep him tethered to the ground
Joe! (OK!)
Pick it up now! Aw yeah!
Well the Captain was flying through outer space
When he came across an evil place
The ship got closer, it got in
a bite
The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap
They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm
Up into the kitchen
dog, he give's a woof!
That's his way of tryin' to speak
See you all again next week
Walk right in we'll pick it up again
The old flat-top guitar
Dreams of freedom lost in this forsaken land
No one left to find you running scared
Fooled by those greedy hands
Familiar places become new
Same old
(Lyrics D. Nastasi, Music: Mucky Pup)
Pick up your feet and drag your ass up to see
What is done by the boys and me,
Fuckin' Mucky pumpin' beat,
Your
Mother dear, mother dear, mother dear
The sky is getting cloudy and it
looks a lot like it might
Start to rain so pick up your bag
and your plastic
あぁ 今日も対戦 ありがとっした (BB is best, ah, ah)
I'll pick you up by riding horses and deers (baka genki)
そんじゃ宴会すんぞ! Ah ah
BakaBakka
Come on! Right now! Go
right.
The media brainwashed us all you see.
I speak the truth they call me insane.
They lock me up and pick my brain.
I'm not a vegan, I'm not P.C.,
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