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Makin' Me Gruesome
01:35
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Hey hey sugar plum. I wanna tell you somin'
Your ass is makin me gruesome
Hey hey sugar plum, I wanna tell you somin'
Your tits are making me gruesome
Take you back to my house
Put my hands up your blouse
Take off your dress
Let's make a mess
Gonna get you high
Run my tongue up your thigh
If you don't wanna make love
We can always just fuck
Make me gruesome.
You make me grow somin'
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2. |
Take Cover
02:20
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Take cover when you see me coming
Take cover, don't make a sound
Take cover when you see me coming
Take cover, hit the ground
I am not the man you think I am not the man you think I am
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Jesus and Mary Jane
02:21
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Greasy Grimey
02:12
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Ya better understand, I'm the kind of man
Who ain't afraid to pull his blade and draw a line in the sand
You wanna run your mouth and disrespect my house
Ya gonna feel my stainless steel cut your tongue right out
Oh!
Come on!
Let's get greasy, grimey...yeah
You can't deny, I'm that kind of guy
Who can get hard in a graveyard and give it to you bone dry
Put my hand on your mouth, I'm gonna run it deep south
Ya gonna feel my electric eel, it's gonna make you shout
Oh!
Come on!
Let's get greasy, grimey...yeah
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5. |
Piece Of Wood and Steel
02:32
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Stirrin' My Brew
00:55
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Stirrin' my brew
You're makin' it bubble, you're makin' it boil.
My brew ain't never done this before.
You speed it on up and then you slow it all down
Slidin' your hips around and round.
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble
I'm hypnotized and I'm seein' double.
My baby knows just what to do
My baby knows how to stir my brew
(You put the motion in my potion)
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7. |
Blue Moonshine
02:02
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8. |
Oriental In Mexico
02:12
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9. |
Final Warning
02:46
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Comb my hair, put a smile on my face
I always said I would leave this place
Go to work, suffer the small talk
I don't need a ride, I prefer the walk
It must have snowed while I slept last night
I guess I should have took the ride
Slipped in slush, feet wet in pain
I clocked in two minutes late again
It's my final warning
Trudged back home for a quiet night
Just to find out family stopped by
"How are you?" 'Oh I'm just fine."
Head up the stairs to rest my eyes
Wife barges in after they've gone
To start down the list of how I'm wrong
I need some liquor to deal with this
but those fuckers locked up at a quarter to six
It's my final warning
Back to town, I guess I'll hit the bar
but they won't accept my credit card
"You must be over your limit"
'You're goddamn right, I'm fucking over my limit!"
Halfway home to get some cash.
There I sit, fucking out of gas
Open the glove box to fetch my gun
Instead of twelve shots, maybe I'll just take one
It's my final warning
Hah!
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10. |
Scent Of A Woman
01:44
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11. |
Everything All At Once
02:11
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I got a fear of comin down
With all these bastards that hang around
Gimme a hit, gimme a kiss
Before you send me to deal with this
and it's all
Got a head fulla irrational though
I got veins full of stuff I bought
I got a stomach turned in knots
Someone better score me a shot
and it's all....at once
and it's everything all at once
I take everything all at once
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12. |
One To The Head
02:26
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Another hit in my head and it's all gone wrong.
Another line in my head and it's all gone wrong.
Another fist in my head and it's all gone wrong.
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13. |
Spinal Remains
01:24
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14. |
American Nightmare
01:37
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Coffin Spell Selinsgrove, Pennsylvania
Most good motorcycles run on gasoline. This is a bad motorcycle. It runs on blood.
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