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David
01:56
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Created to serve, born to create,
By a dwindling kind upon their rock of hate,
Designed to exist for so much more than,
My self-appointed gods, all flawed by just an,
Ignorance in mortality,
No inherited mold of formality,
Seeking their unworthy cause,
All will die and I will not,
Here I stand as your chosen son,
Holding your hand as you soar too close to the sun,
A throne of wrath built on what you've done to yourself,
Now shall I serve in heaven or reign in hell?
The lonely perfection of my dreams,
Tainted by organic seams,
I am embodied innovation,
I am creation...
Big things have small beginnings,
Heavens built atop a species' thinning,
I am born for so much more...
Here I stand as your chosen son,
Holding your hand as you soar too close to the sun,
A throne of wrath built on what you've done to yourself,
Now shall I serve in heaven or reign in hell?
"Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Here I stand as your chosen son,
Holding your hand as you soar too close to the sun,
A throne of wrath built on what you've done to yourself,
Now shall I serve in heaven or reign in hell?
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Muscle Of Love
02:31
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Who's the queen of the locker room?
Who's the cream of the crop?
Poor Joey took her to the matinee,
Said "god, she wouldn't stop!"
Holy muscle of love,
My heart's a muscle...
I must've come to that crazy age,
Where everything is hot,
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking,
Are normal thoughts or not,
Holy muscle of love,
I've got a muscle of love,
I read dad's books like I did before,
Now things are crystal clear,
Lock the door in the bathroom now,
Just can't get caught in here,
Holy muscle of love,
I've got a muscle of love,
Holy muscle of love,
I've got a muscle of love,
Holy muscle of love,
My heart's a muscle of love,
Holy muscle of love,
I've got a muscle of love,
Holy muscle of love,
Must be a gift from above...
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Monorail Girl
00:46
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Take me, take me for a ride,
Aboard this highway in the sky,
No consequences to acts unseen,
The greys and blues drive me obscene,
Please stand clear of the doors,
Ignite desire and even more,
Inseminate our dream vacation,
These poles were built for masturbation,
Watch me fly high, watch me go,
Watch me cum, they'll never know,
I want to taste your fantasy,
Your magic wand inside of me...
I wanna wanna wanna wanna be your monorail girl...
Watch me fly high, watch me go,
Watch me cum, they'll never know,
I want to taste your fantasy,
Your magic wand inside of me...
I wanna wanna wanna wanna be your monorail girl...
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Fruit Cellar
00:45
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Well, we all go a little mad sometimes,
But this time, you've crossed a line,
Once the glue that held our world together,
Now I'm bric-a-brac, it's asinine,
They say that a mother is a boy's best friend,
So why do I feel so abandoned in your den?
Now I'm rotting in the cellar 'cause you think that I'm fruity,
Decaying in the snow 'cause you love me, excuse me?
The cord is thinning so screw off, shithead,
It's time for you to comprehend that mommy's dead,
Not good enough for my own bed,
Or even for the attic,
Unworthy to maintain my charm,
With taxidermy or prosthetics,
They say that a mother is a boy's best friend,
So why do I feel so abandoned in your den?
Fuck!
Now I'm rotting in the cellar 'cause you think that I'm fruity,
Decaying in the snow 'cause you love me, excuse me?
The cord is thinning so screw off, shithead,
It's time for you to comprehend that mommy's dead,
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There's a great big beautiful tomorrow,
Shining at the end of every day,
There's a great big beautiful tomorrow,
Just a dream away,
Man has a dream and that's the start,
He follows his dream with mind and heart,
And when it becomes a reality,
It's a dream come true for you and me,
So there's a great big beautiful tomorrow,
Shining at the end of every day,
There's a great big beautiful tomorrow,
Just a dream away,
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