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President of What
04:50
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Clean up the mess I’m in
You’re the man we’re sendin’ in
Will you make it out alive?
We know you will, cause you’re fucking Snake
Cuz ya get it then ya got it then ya take it away
Well he's the man that no one's second guessing baby
Put out the fire in his eye
He don't play guitar but he'll get you crying for him baby
Just like the devil made you cry
Snake! Snake! Snake!
Clean up the mess I'm in!
Hey we're in the city and it ain't too pretty
We’ve found the ship, no sign of life
You’ve got to help me find this guy
This Cabbie says he knows the Brain
Everyone in this city is insane
We're not prisoners, burn this city
There's no order, pass the whiskey
We’re in prison
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2. |
Formaldehyde Face
04:50
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Heyuh!
We saw the hidden things - they live we sleep, obey
Not a soul knew the truth, but we got the proof
Listen to the preacher man, it ain’t God he’s preachin’, yeah
And my old friend G & T is giving me a reason to believe
Hey! Hey! Hey! We've got formaldehyde face!
We came hard, we came late, but the danger was away
Until we opened up our eyes
We came hard, we came late but it was always worth the wait
We were never even blind
(We've got formaldehyde face!)
Obey, consume, marry and reproduce!
Submit, conform. This is your fucking god
So we fought for eleven straight and we bled, then became mates
And if it was up to me then I would take another shot and
break these fuckers
We believe they control our minds, these fiends will kill mankind
We've got to find the truth and take em all out up on the
roof
I think we've been betrayed
You can see it in his face
We've got the right
We've got to fight
(To party!)
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3. |
Pork Chop Express
04:13
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Tall guy, weird clothes, first you see him then you don't!
I'm not saying I've been everywhere
Not saying I've done everything
But in this world you'd have to be a fool
To say we're alone, WE'RE NOT ALONE!
Playing games with my Chinese friend
He lost forty and I lost ten
I'll take a swig of Jack or Jim
Cause with some crackerjack timing it's the end of him
You know I need another drink
(why didn't the bottle slice?)
Cause she can't get enough of me
(I can't get any of her)
Not gonna kiss this girl goodbye
Yeah
I think I feel invicible
Baby! I always want my truck
Lady! And she's always got me stuck
Baby! I would go underground (to see you again)
Lady! Cause it's the Porkchop Express
Just remember what ol' Jack says
When the earth quakes and the heaven's shake
Just look the damn storm right square in the eye
"Give me your best shot, Pal. I can take it!"
We've got to find this man
Who's got this evil fucking plan
I'll take a drink of your Chinese juice
Cause fuck the black magic and all those dudes
(Talking)
"I feel pretty good. I'm not, uh, I'm not scared at all. In fact I feel… invincible!"
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I see a storm coming through
We're all in danger
All other people are out of view
And it's getting stranger
Forget the snow or the rain
Not even thunder
This one's only ours to brave
We're not going under
I saw the devil take a bow
And we ran out of alcohol somehow
It's the end of the world
And the storm split us in two
Without you there's no livin’
But we have one thing left to do
We're going out in style
Like the lights will shine
Let’s let the city rest
And feel the embers burning
We walk the streets alone
Trying to find our way back home
This wasn't what are plans would be
There's nothing in this misery
Watch yourself!
I've been to the end
It's dark when you're alone
This was my only friend
But then you came along
I saw the city
Its smoke I breathe
This place is history
Won't you save me?
Won’t you light that cigarette?
It's all you have left
I see the storm passing through
We're not in danger anymore
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5. |
Danger Zone
03:45
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Dogmeat California
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