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Phat Farm
03:29
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I am an island, what a wonderful view!
Climb a palm tree and see right through
If you are tired, on the beach we can rest
You won’t get hungry, we’ve got chicken breast
All that I have said, bones
You got sick but it works for me
You thought I’s done, thought we’s history
But I can breathe now
We become as we rise from the sea
As we rise from the sea
As we rise from the sea
As we rise from the sea
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Burial Ground
04:18
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Let’s celebrate this new joy that I’ve found
I want to place a big fat computer on your burial ground
My construction workers won’t even make a sound
And everything pure will crumble into sand
You don’t know how cruel I really am
All my mom knew how to cook was badness ham
I’m sick with evil and smiley
I’ll leave you cold if it means that I’ll be free
I’ll leave you cold in the mortuary
Let’s celebrate the fate of the newly dead
And muddy up the sheets of their eternal beds
You can make noise all day cuz there’s no way out
My computer robot won’t let you scream and shout
You don’t know how cruel I really am
All my mom knew how to cook was badness ham
I’m sick with evil and smiley
I’ll leave you cold if it means that I’ll be free
I’ll leave you cold in the mortuary
I have no soul
My computer robot digs a hole
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Chrysalis
05:47
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The wheels will spin forever that’s for sure
I’m sure that we can push through to a better world
We will push forever that’s for sure
I’m sure that we can spin ourselves a better world
We will spin forever that’s for sure
I hope that we don’t fly to close to light and burn
Puppeteers, Dogs that bite, you might just lose sight
After the plight, here’s yer new life
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Fry The Hound
01:52
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So there’s this guy, his name is Fry the Hound
He picks dead animals off the ground
Drunk and lonely, the old creep
Eating the meat he finds on the street
And Fry is known to say
This drunken man
Will have his drunken day
Well, Fry was at his favourite watering hole
Old Mickey’s Bar and Grill
He got the bright idea to go up and ask a woman
“Miss, how much for a thrill?”
The woman’s stomach curled
Fry had assumed
She was a working girl
Long story short, Fry had to split
Mickey the barkeep had just had a fit
Fry hadn’t meant nothing by it
But still he got in shit
He tried to no avail
Now Fry must settle
For some road-kill tail
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Preach
02:26
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It’s easy to see
I can tell that you are thrifty
Yet all that power like the 1960’s
It’s easy to see
Even when the shitty water washes all over me
Even when the shitty water washes all over me
We can dance forever on the icy shore
Funky dance moves, all violence and gore
It’s easy to see
I can tell that you are thrifty
Yet all that power like the 1960’s
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Nausea
03:26
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NAUSEA!
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Character Splatters
03:24
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Ride the black horse
Avoid full force
Soak my insides
Cool off, don’t fry
Yes, you want some
Selfish for fun
Swallow don’t spit
She don’t want it
Loving monster
Hairless, no fur
Drunk on the job
Kill for the mob
Senseless, fair do
Hopeless for you
Freshly cut lies
Soak my insides
Splatter
Character used to matter
But the black horse just gets fatter
It’s true
I’m a lot to chew, so chew
Fill this shot glass
A blast from the past
Brand new mistake
Fear full of hate
No excuses
No excuses
Painless, clueless
No excuses
Selfish for fun
Fun in the sun
Wormies to munch
Murder for lunch
Drink Elixir
Miss the picture
Break in this skin
Real life begins
Splatter
Character used to matter
But the black horse just gets fatter
It’s true
I’m a lot to chew, so chew
Blind and bombarded, I’m surprised
Relentless laser, it melts my eyes
Blind and bombarded, I’m surprised
Relentless laser, it melts my eyes
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Light
04:22
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There's no one on this street tonight
A silence broken only by the dull buzz of a streetlight
A darker pulse creeps over me
Lock my mind away and throw away the key
Bring me to the light, take away the darkness
Another lonely night, another body heartless
Bring me to the light, take away the darkness
Can't see the stars from here in the city
Can't find a friendly face or someone to forgive me
Shallow breathing through the mist
Hollow little eyes, trembling little fists
Bring me to the light, take away the darkness
Another lonely night, another body heartless
Bring me to the light, take away the darkness
Days never used to seem so long
My time never used to be wasted
My conscience wandered off it's lost and misbehaving
But I remember a time when my soul was still worth saving
Bring me to the light, take away the darkness
Another lonely night, another body heartless
Bring me to the light, take away the darkness
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Honestly, can’t I do better?
He leaves just as soon as he’s met her
Rancid bacon in my head
And she said…
I just want somebody sexy to love me
Not like with jam and butter
All thongs will be made from mink fur
Why ever eat stale bread?
And he said…
I just want somebody sexy to love me
Aberrated, the horny horde
We’ve lost our minds so the little cat roars
And she won’t even say the F word
But I heard…
I just want somebody sexy to love me
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Television Rd Peterborough, Ontario
TV Rd is an off-kilter rock experiment with a taste for the surreal and a free-wheeling sense of fun
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