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FishCheesePancakes
05:34
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Still feelin' freakin' fine on fishcheesepancakes
Make sure you don't get too high on fishcheesepancakes
No, I ain't tellin' lies 'bout fishcheesepancakes
It makes me feel alright, the fishcheesepancakes
No, I ain't sellin' lies on fishcheesepancakes
Keep wastin' all ya time on fishcheesepancakes
Stir 'em lil' from fry to fry, the fishcheesepancakes
Make sure you don't get too high on fishcheesepancakes
...that's what I'm talkin' about
-- *sniffs some lines of **** --
Discoboy!
Still feelin' freakin' fine on fishcheesepancakes
Make sure you don't get too high on fishcheesepancakes
Them make you feel alright, the fishcheesepancakes
Make sure you don't get too high on fishcheesepancakes
'Em make you feel alright, the fishcheesepancakes
Mmmmhhhhh....wouldn't even smack a fry (fly?) on fishcheesepancakes
Still feelin' damn too high on fishcheesepancakes
Stir 'em lil' from fry to fry, the fishcheesepancakes
...that's what I'm talkin' about
I ain't makin' lies on fishcheesepancakes
No, I ain't tellin' lies 'bout fishcheesepanpanpanpanpanpanpanpan
I dream every single time of fishcheesepancakes
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The fishcheesepancakes...
...that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
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Jazzhole
06:18
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Flashmeat
Inhale
Feel strange
Now love me
Watching the headcheese
How did we get this?
I feel deranged lile a jazzhole
Intertwine, intertwine on no one's side
From all the twining we're multiplying
Forget the wine...
Just need sometimes to know your lines for extra vibes
From all the striving we're multiplying
Forget the wine...
Refresh me
Abuse me
Perplex from elsewhere
Mashed up a foul piece
A 'Mr. Feelgood' for me
Jazzhole...
Headcheese...
Jazzhole...
Jazzhole...
Intertwine, intertwine on no one's side
From all the twining we're multiplying
Forget the wine...
Just need sometimes to know your lines for extra vibes
From all the striving we're multiplying
Forget the wine...
Appendix:
"Well, sometimes I feel like I'm a mean pickle
Stuck in a Carlos Santana action like that
But you know...I believe I used to be a racecar driver
But that was Jerry!
Because I was a truck driver!"
JAZZHOLE!!!
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What makes you think you know me?
You opened my eyes and then you closed them again
Now, every time I see you
I'll have to bare that heavy burden
What makes you think you know me
When I'm far away from you?
Something in my soul is missing
Something in my heart is dead
I bet you tried to pull my heart out
You blinded my eyes
But I won't let you fuck around again, dammit!
'Cause feels like everything is going
Going far away from me
Passed out of being
What makes you think you know me
When I'm far away from you?
Something in my soul is missing
Something in my heart is dead
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