Electric black night crash Hunger on your face Opium heat rash Suffocate this place Well I see the sun Burnin' in your eye I see the sun Call a suicide
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See the famous lung girl They call her, Helen Lyle Life's a respirator when you got the sinner style She float out on the midway She wrangle at the show
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Midnight candy four cups of coffee I ate my breakfast with a side of eggs I saw something in the jungle Low in gear
the one that's near (Move along) I tried to feel the one that's real (Is it wrong?) I tried to make the one that takes (Now it's gone) Innocent and wounded, baby Educated horses
He is the mongrel, he wants it all He lives for relics, hang on the wall Don't you wanna ride Educated horses? Don't you wanna ride Educated horses?
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: Body of a monkey and the feet of a cock, Dragged from her home on the killing rock, Black dog dying on the weather vain, The Devil's in a cat and the
: Electric black nite crash, Hunger on your face, Opium heat rash, Suffocate this place, Well I see the sun, Burning in your eye, I see the sun, Call
the mongrel, he wants it all, He lives for relics, hang on the wall. Don't you wanna ride it? Educated Horses Don't you wanna ride it? Educated Horses
: (One time I saw her flip into a cab driver, cut out her cancer with a rusty butter knife.) BLEED - BLEED - BLEED IT OUT - YEAH! A rat on the scraps
: Yeah, Yeah, Midnight candy four cups of coffee, I ate my breakfast with a side of eggs, I saw something in the jungle, Low in gear - black mudd on
one that's near, Move along, I tried to feel the one that's real, Is it wrong? I tried to take to one that makes, Now it's gone, Innocent and wounded, baby, Educated Horses
: I am the bad one, Distant and cruel one, I am the dream that, Keeps you running down, With distraction, Violent reaction, Scars of my actions, Watch
: ([Crowd Chants:] Zombie! Zombie! Zombie! Zombie!) I speak the truth, I dare not tell a lie, One child is in fits, The other child dies, Now the yellow
: See the famouse lung girl, They call her Helen Lyle, Life's a respirator when you got the sinner style, She float out on the midway, She wrangle at
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