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Kingston City Nights
01:58
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Can you feel the beat
Can you feel the beat
I walk from the train to ganja land
Oh girl, I’m walking down the street
Oh girl when I see your face I want to make love to you, girl
Oh girl, I’m walking down the street
I want to tell you something, girl
I want to tell you you look so fine tonight
I want to take your clothes off item by item
I want to show you something, girl, c’mere
Can you feel the beat
Can you feel the beat
Item by item by item by item
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The devil waits in the park
When you’re out for a jog
Smoking cuban cigars in the fog
You got no love for your job
And you got no love for your wife
They run you around like a dog day and night
Everybody’s at church worshipping god
But you’re not, you’re not
Everybody’s at church singing amen
But you’re out for a jog
Now the devil’s dressed just like you
‘Cept there’s blood on his jogging suit
And the devil’s running right next to you
He runs you right off the road
He goes home and sleeps with your wife
And your friends never know
That you died Sunday night
Everybody’s at church holding their hats
Welcome back, says the priest
Everybody’s at church singing amen
But it’s not you in that pew
The devil burns down the church
And he gargles the gasoline
And he drives away in a black limousine
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There's No Way
02:58
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There’s no way to tell you how much I love you
There’s no way to tell you how much I love you
The words come out all wrong
The words come out all wrong
There ain’t no way to tell you how much I love you
I’m kissing your sweet face
I wake up in your bed in the morning
There’s no way to tell you how much I
Love ya
There’s no way to tell you how much I love you
I want you to know, though, that I do love you
There’s no way to tell you how much I love you
I love you
I love you
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Iron Lung Lament
02:27
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I am in an iron lung
I can barely feel my tongue
I am in my living room
Eating JELL-O through a tube
My daughter comes to check on me
She’s as sweet as sweet can be
She watches herself on TV
Reflected in the dark gray screen
I was in an accident
Many years ago
Now the minutes and years go by
So slow
Breathe, breathe, slow
Won’t somebody unplug me?
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Champagne and Opium
01:54
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I met two twins outside Club Double X
They said what’s your name I said Oedipus Rex
They laughed and I said cigarette
And we smoked in the cool night air
I put out my butt and said what are your names
They looked at each other said Shirley and Dane
I said Shirley and Dane are such beautiful names
Why don’t we go back to my flat for champagne?
Champagne and opium
Satin sheets and you and I
Tickle my nose
Tickle her thigh
What if we did another line?
The next night I went out with my bub
To double down on my chances for love
I met a cat with the face of a girl
Who spoke to me in soft vibrating swirls
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Your Feelings Disappear
02:30
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You said I don’t want you anymore
You said I don’t want you anymore
You told me
To fuck myself
You squished me like a fly on your bookshelf
I told you
I needed you to hold me
I guess I’ll have to find somebody else to show me
The ways of love are unclear
Your feelings disappear
I guess I’m in the wrong aisle
Maybe I should stop shopping for a while
I told you
I never felt this way before
You said you didn’t want my love anymore
It’s easy
To look into a stranger’s eyes
And realize
You’ve been in love with strangers your whole life
The ways of love are unclear
Your feelings disappear
I’m sinking into madness
Maybe I should buy a smaller mattress
Maybe I should maybe I should die
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Mike and Jennifer
01:36
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Robot Fist (BONUS TRACK)
02:18
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In a rad club
Where people look rad
A robot DJ spins phat beats
All night long
The robot DJ’s in love with
The Southeast Asian girl on the dance floor
He plays the phattest beats
In an effort to impress her
It’s 1:00 am
The DJ’s getting ready to make the move
On the Asian girl
But just then
A rival robot DJ comes into the fray
He makes a beeline for our hero
And these are the words he did say:
I’m gonna beat your ass
I’m gonna beat your ass
I’m gonna beat your ass
With my robot fist
You better bet your ass
I’m gonna beat your ass
You better watch your ass
You little robot bitch
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