Electroretard
Album - 2001 - Debaser id 51834

You learned how to cry
And how you think you're sorry
You need a little smack of reality
And I'm gonna be
Sick

Now you takes a test
I ask a do you like it?
You takes a pile of boards on a gluey porch
And I laugh

You like too a rapachu a you like chu a rapachu a really low.

Freedom on like stems from walk away
You gotta hold your time
You gotta hit him with the right of way.
Maybe black too far for any like the one seen
In a way it's sane,
Either way it's gotta mean.
Red sister might be chokin'
But I ain't about that kind
Answer me with the rhythm of a body that was born to lose two times.

Hey big bo day
He says deny but you're for tin lie.
Head my shoulder
Big boat deloves, big boat denies.

They might try to hide
But they have to have some more dead sense
You might be rye
Like a ball in the wind.
Poison dandy lifeforms crime
Mix both down cross,
Sticky pedal the line.
The flavor might be missin'
But he acts to cross that anyway
You can bet he can diddle with the promise in the power of another day.

Hey big bo day
He says deny but you're for tin lie.
Head my shoulder
Big boat deloves, big boat denies.

Two of you sold my wallet
One of you stole my tie
Didn't you say that you're watching?
Denied.
Venomous stole in me
Three of you standing by
Didn't you say that you've got it?
Watch me eye.

Follow lead point to my head
We got Dresden solid dead
I ain't gonna stand leaking from my hand
Don't like the front of me on a mand
Be still the messagly
Distending a modern tale
By phone line
Might have seen
On read by rhyme
The violence stirke and spare
Seems fortified down square
What is the quality reaching low fo side
My tears intendedly bonified
You still motor high
Reach sending a modern tease
Right phone line
High voice tone
Forty lee and four a why