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Hope diggita Shhh... diggita Last without their (x4) Hi mom, Where you lousy Rightious making pigs Fill me with forth comings Successes is the way of the wise Even when they are left alone One hands on rye (I'm last to come...) (Have to get mine first...) A thousand rambles in a second Tiny tip is tired and will not Tolerate toilet token Until he is "topsy-turvy" So stop the torment You traitors Oh yea, you said I got a big head But I don't recall spelling Anything but hot air The reasons are simple and straight The over jealous envy Of this strange land SongtexteI'm sure you'll get sick and better All in one day (Perhaps a similar disease...) (Pass them by, turn the wheels...) The rush crush will push them out The grey fluid ran over their mouth I can take the squeaks Anymore than I can take you I'm sure you're sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't gone far enough my friend If you send we'll understand Enter the choice and avoid the void Safe with the flag Local lopsided judges Lure lunacy over Lousy 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 Alongside crowds of crude oils Crossed and crooked Atop a crushed ice-maker I can take the squeaks Anymore than I can take you I'm sure you're sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't gone far enough my friend If you send we'll understand Enter the choice and avoid the void Safe with the flag (x2) Hope diggita Shhh... diggita (x9) Last without their (x5) ...Last without (x4) I can take the squeaks Anymore than I can take you I'm sure you're sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't gone far enough my friend If you send we'll understand Enter the choice and avoid the void Safe with the flag (x2) Aus Songtexte Mania