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Hope diggy Shhh... diggy Last without their (x4) Some people have the tendency Of sucking the life out of me Try and fill me with forthcomings Excess is the way of the wise Even when they are left alone one hand's on rye A thousand rambles in a second Tiny tip is tired and will not tolerate toilet tokens Until he is "Topsy-Turvey" So stop the torment, you TRAITORS! I can't take the squeaks anymore Than I can't take you I'm sure your sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't gone far enough my friend If you'll send we'll understand Enter the choice And avoid the void your safe with the flag... (...cha...) Local lopsided judges lure lunacy over SongtexteLoony loud lumpy loopholes With lingo that's loathsome and Shady shameless shamsters Shake and shape shaggy young people With sharp teeth... On shelves of ship-shaped sharp-eyed shop-owners While customers consume Large quantities of curiously cultivated curtains Crossed and crooked Atop a crushed ice-maker I can't take the squeaks anymore Than I can't take you I'm sure your sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't gone far enough my friend If you'll send we'll understand Enter the choice And avoid the void your safe with the flag... Hope diggy Shhh... diggy Last without their (x8) I can't take the squeaks anymore Than I can't take you I'm sure your sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't gone far enough my friend If you'll send we'll understand Enter the choice And avoid the void your safe with the flag... Safe with the flag... Hope diggy Shhh... diggy Last without their (x2) Aus Songtexte Mania