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Somebody in a cultivated moment of distressComposed himself enough to artfully carve Zoso in his deskThey was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they headWith a hell bound arm and a acidy washHomemade curfew a thousand o'clockAnd a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunkLike a badge of mystique though it technically suckedTaking the name of the father in vainOn the way to the blade in his lockerEstrangedA switch he lifted from a sibling's skivvy drawerWho branched off into ninja starsAnd never knew his shit was sharkedHere with a higher purposeAnd a prime alert to juvenile beserkersLike Crocea Mors in a arcade drop claw gouging a valentine for Miss OthmarWatchCapital Zed, slowly maneuver the OS is the most difficult to controlFinally O, into the eye of Goliath you goesThat levy crushin’ percussion’ll pull the monkey uprightTwelve or ghetto blasterBlack or technicolor telecasterLecture at a faster rate than class was making them develop backwardsIt would appear you spelled out all the answersSongtexteWhen they ask how you, feeling you, Tell em you, feeling like, Something important died screaming, you, tell em you, Feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, Something you should probably try feedingWhen they as how you, living you, Tell em you, living like, Something important died hissing, you, tell em you, Living like, something even more important arrived giving, Something you should probably try willingSomebody in a cultivated moment of distrustComposed themselves enough to magic-marker Zulu on these chucksThey was tryin to do the buckle font from ‘renegades of funk‘In a 3D frame of exploding brickAnd whiz-lines for the locally motion sickBeyond gross but evoked a host of 'oh dip' where a social neurosis owned the whole stripHeart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians outFlashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol gripImages relocated from milled vellum to scissor kickSilent agreement at handKing of the hill for a queen of the damnedShe in the doorway seething began that clean white pair had a 3-year planOops, capital ZedRadical U in the cutTruly to beautiful "l"oser it upU and he doneCollateral damage a future alumThat key to Shambala Planet rocking Bambaatta sample chopChurning out a cancer for the vandal squadAnalog, and he findsAnimated colors on a pageLike synthesized cultures on a stageWhen they ask how you, feeling you, Tell em you, feeling like, Something important died screaming, you, tell em you, Feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, Something you should probably try feedingWhen they as how you, living you, Tell em you, living like, Something important died hissing, you, tell em you, Living like, something even more important arrived giving, Something you should probably try willingSomebody in a cultivated moment of resolveComposed themselves enough to publicize The Zeros in this stallThey was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled With a festering hate for the gum drop edge‘Disco sucks’ tee, punk‘s not deadBut a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grinCheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing its nose Cutting it’s teethPretzled up in special order vinylAnd birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills2 dutch at a show in the frontLow-key to the can for a smoke and a fuckTrixie, fixing her lipstick upWhen his mitts got bit by the mischief bugSnatch, capital Zed, terrible E in vermillion redGimme an R, O and a slippery S, over a web of the shittiest bandsThat beat your heart outNever bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curveOf bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgentlyOffered through the circuits of an earlier plotI’ll see you at the bottomZZZ Top Aus Songtexte Mania