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Knife Boy
01:16
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I can see through that act
Silly knife boy
Your hands are much too slick
To wield a blade like this
Slick with city filth
Burnt up match boy
Your lip is quivering
That means it’s working
Cut up cute paper hearts
Little knife boy
And sell your soul to keep them happy
You are a fugitive
Swimming fish boy
Welcome to your little life
Run, run, knife boy run
Run, little knife boy, run
Run, burnt match boy, run
Run, swimming fish boy, run
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2. |
Suburban Gas Fire
02:13
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I hurt my hand
Picking old dead grass
Why stick around?
Ugly, useless and brown?
I hurt my hand
Rifling through sand
Pure golden grains
Scrape away my brain
I clench my teeth
When I hear you speak
Chatter chatter all day
Chit chatting away
I think I'm gonna start a
I think I'm gonna start a
You know I wanna start a gas fire
Down in the pretty streets
The gas ignites your feet
A pretty big suburban gas fire
I hurt my hand
Playing drums in a band
A band of mice
Playing for a crowd of lice
I hurt my hand
Sticking it to the man
He told me I was small
So I mangled up his maw
I pick my away skin
When the day begins
My flesh it smothers me
My bones they need to breathe
I think I'm gonna start a
I think I'm gonna start a
You know I wanna start a gas fire
Down in the pretty streets
The gas ignites your feet
A pretty big suburban gas fire
There's nothing wrong with a
There's nothing wrong with a
There's nothing scary 'bout a gas fire
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come walk into the flames
Come on in the flames
Come on in the flames
Come walk in the fire with me
Come on in the flames
Come on in the flames
Come walk in the fire with me
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3. |
Ether Coma
03:19
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Knock me on my ass
My favourite kind of flying
Push me down
Give me that ether high
Ooooh,
Ooooh,
The end
The reaper's around
The bend
There's nothing that we can do
This city is torture
We've gotta make it out
Nothing I need
Except for you
Your sweetness
Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter
Puddles on these concrete walls
Ether coma
I am in shock
I need a lifesaver
Throw it into the blue
I'm in shock for you
Ether coma
Passing away into the
Tall, tall grass where
The rodents run wild
There we'll stay
In our muskrat parade
It's a party
Hit the deck
Foam at the mouth
I'm breathing in
I'm breathing out
Hit the deck
Foam at the mouth
I'm breathing in
I'm breathing out
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Ether coma
Hit the deck
Foam at the mouth
I'm breathing in
I'm breathing out
Ether coma
Ether coma
I'm breathing in
I'm breathing out
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There's a homeless man taking a bath
And a big fat gambler is blocking the path
Rat City's a shithole
It has wild, wild concrete streets
There's a corporate fatcat having a smoke
And a washed-up salesman is cracking a joke
Cockroaches and sewers
Beneath dirty, dirty concrete streets
But I'm never gonna leave
And abandon everything
No matter how dirty the throne is
Every kingdom needs its king
There's an officer keeping the peace
And there's his mutt on the end of the leash
Rat City is crumbling
How long can it possibly keep these streets
There's a civilian sobbing again
Covered in filth and without any friends
Cigarette butts and needles
Strewn about these concrete streets
But I'm never gonna run
And abandon everything
No matter how tired the citizens
Every kingdom needs its king
Rat City is the place I wanna be
It's fresh and clean and run perfectly
Rat City is utopia, come on and see
It's grimy and grey and it's all for me
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When you're feeling small
Only human
Let your gnashing heart
Break through routine
Smell that smoggy air
Break out of comfort
Only then will you be living
Scurry scurry now
Get going and hustle
Nothing stands before
Courageous claws
Pedal for the methheads
Push for the dope boys
Set your rodent's heart a singing
And it sounds like
Dirty work
Rodent underground
Pushing pleasure
From town to town
Dirty work
There's rodents underground
Pushing pleasure
From town to town around
From town to town to town
Rat is hot
Rat is cold
Rats are cowards
And rats are bold
Rats are living
Their best of days
Rats are grooving
Their cares away
I've never felt better
Happy birthday
I've always felt
This was the best day
Finally free
Battered and bruised
Finally time to just be nude
I've never felt happier
Then I am right now
I'm on the road out of this town
Rat City
Goodbye Rat City
Goodbye Rat City
Goodbye Rat City
Goodbye Rat City
Goodbye Rodent Underground
Goodbye Rodent Underground
Goodbye Rat City
Rat City
Rat City
Rat City
Goodbye, and see you later
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