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Sweet Disease
03:00
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I've been crawling on my knees
finding support on the trees
Now they chop with so much ease
Oh these days, oh these
Running around and scratching like fleas
Feeling like a whole in the cheese
I need your help, Oh please!
They tell me I'm a sweet disease
CHORUS
I am a sweet disease
You can't stop me
But if you can stop me
Please stop me, please!
Feeling as sour/rotten in the third degrees
And she tells me, I'm as sweet as can be
In my cold weather I will freeze
But the frost bite only, slowly, will tease
Getting warmer but still shaking my knees
Cause I'm still spreading my sweet disease
But I know the sour's powers I will sease
Cause I'm not sour, I'm a sweet disease!
CHORUS
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2. |
Tetris Zombie
02:38
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I've been playin now for three weeks straight
My head's been turnin to a mindless sta-ate
Tetris is the game that's got me up so late
Don't even talk about carpal tunnel, it's already too late!
When the bricks fall in place I'm in the mood
Tetris, when you block me you are so ru-ude
Tetris, when I'm hungry you are my food
I play tetris in the nude!
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3. |
Johnny was an Appleseed
01:25
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He was hikin through the forest with his hikin stick,
Then his mamma called him said come home quick,
Baby Johnny's being born he's gonna be a hick,
He ate lots of apples and he was never sick,
CHORUS
Johnny was an appleseed
always doin those good deeds
He ain't never learned to read,
Johnny was an appleseed
Johnny grew up to be tall he got himself a wife,
One day Mrs. Johnny got Appleseed a knife,
Johnny went a huntin he took a moose's life,
Hung it on their fireplace oof if off eef ife
CHORUS
He was hikin through the forest with his hikin stick,
Mrs. Johnny called him said come home quick,
Johnny Jr's bein born he's gonna be a hick,
He ate lots of apples and he ain't never was sick!
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4. |
Dr. Phil
02:53
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Dr. Phil!
Can you help me please can you tell me what to do?
If there's someone I need right now it would be you!
Can you help me with these things in my family?
I wanna clear things up again so I can see.
I see you helpin people on my tv
Last week that girl tried suicide this week it might be me
Now you're looking straight at me and tellin me what to do
Lately things just don't add up, oh woopdeedoo!
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OCD
01:35
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OCD I can't control,
this is getting very old
I have my mind to you
I need something, something new
CHORUS
Line them up straight! OCD! OCD!
Make colours coordinate! OCD! OCD!
Clean your hands now! OCD! OCD!
Count them out loud!OCD! OCD!
Over and over I wash my hands
there as dry as the desert sands
OCD is what I lost
OCD is what I find
CHORUS
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Robot Zombie
03:15
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Marching in place,
Destroy the human race,
He's got a future face but he can only say
"Beep boop blap beep"
Robots in command
He's got a human hand
His eyes are full of sand cause
He ain't get no sleep
CHORUS
Robot Zombie
Lazer Beams
Robot Zombie
Evil Schemes!
Plug him in a wall
in a bathroom stall
He don't like basketball
The human race will
But if you succeed
The robots will find you
and put you in the zoo
they'll turn you into glue
Have you got a clue?
Your eyes will bleed!
CHORUS
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5823
03:37
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Right here in this town,
All the air's polluted,
Being in the present,
I didn't feel quite suited,
So I got in my spaceship,
and went to the future,
Being in this new time,
It is my suture,
CHORUS
The year's 5,823
All that is left is you and me
So we have got the world to see
5,823
So much has changed,
from this new world,
from their presence
I have been hurled
But I can still see
why I like it here
Cause from the aliens
I have no fear
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8. |
Werewolf Moon
02:44
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Eatin macoroni and cheese at midnight
and everything will just be alright
Outside I see a werewolf moon
There's gonna be some howlin soon
CHORUS
Outside I see a werewolf moon
There's gonna be some howlin soon x2
We are all doomed
Through the night like runnin blood
silver bullets stuck in the mud
Outside I see a werewolf man
Hey Steve, what's the plan?!
CHORUS
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Time of memories takes me back
to the footsteps I tried to bury,
they open fire in the field of attack,
Oh these, I wish, weren't so contrary
to the memories I have now
I wish I could take myself back
to the time, somehow
and stand in the field of attack,
I wanna get outta hear right now
If you promise not to send me back
And my
Time of Memories Opens Fire x4
Now my memory's cleaning up
From the times that they were so foggy
I'm drinking from a new cup
but the sides are becoming smoggy,
I'm in the field in my two-point stance
I've been shot but I stood to take more
Now all I do is pray for a chance,
But I don't know what I'm praying for
It's by these bullets my feet will dance
I'm not asking them for more!
CHORUS
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