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Sy-nes-the-sic sen-si-bi-li-ties!
Sy-nes-the-sic sen-si-bi-li-ties!
Sy-nes-the-sic sen-si-bi-li-ties!
Sy-nes-the-sic sen-si-bi-li-ties!
She hears colours, smells them too
Petite and white
A curly red hair mad girl
She perceives garage music
As orange
Mockingbird
Is always taking care of her
Sy-nes-the-sic sen-si-bi-li-ties!
Her hair sounds like a storm
Smells the numbers
The rainbow sounds so good to her
She’s a sinner, sinner
She’s a sinner, sinner
She’s a sinner, sinner
She’s a sinner, sinner
Sen-si-bi-li-ties!
Sweetest couple, amazing artists
Dancing queens, sharpest looks
The kinda thing you’d never find
Sy-nes-the-sic sen-si-bi-li-ties!
She lost one way ticket
To another mystic universe
Always late , their clock
Never gives the right time
She’s a sinner, sinner
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Greaseball putana
03:40
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Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
He’s got a beautiful double life
Board meeting mornings
And crazy nights
Selling canned products
And getting high
Like you and me he gets some fun
Either in the train or on the run
Greasy hair and leather or in a suit
Cooking up pills or canned soup
Not my kind of CEO
What Mike calls
Greaseball putana
Brought up by a nice catholic school
The man never followed any rule
His dad gave him some discipline
When night comes
He’s like a drag queen
Not my kind of CEO
What Mike calls
Greaseball putana
She’ll drive him home in a limousine
Shave all his hair and make a scene
When she get it going
It’s like a dream
Fuck a boy or a girl
And make him scream
Not my kind of CEO
What Mike calls
Greaseball putana
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Brand new dance
03:21
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Empty, dance floors
And full of bones
Soulless music
And banshees on their own
A new move was born
From the catacombs
There’s no time for love
There’s time to a new stomp
No matter who you are
Only let it flow
Next big thing
Is gonna blow your mind
We’ll bring you to mono times
You can try another time
Or try another world
I’m the guy who’s gonna teach you
What you want to enjoy
No matter who you are
Only let it flow
Next big thing’s gonna kick your ass
A deadly shake shows your class
I’ve got a brand new dance
I’ve got a brand new dance
Oh baby, you’re so dense
Ain’t no time for no romance
I just want you to come to dance
You can try another time
Or try another world
I’m the guy who’s gonna teach you
All you wanna know
No matter who you are...
Dance dance girl
I’ve got a brand new
Dense dense girl
I’ve got a brand new dance
A deadly brand new dance
Don’t you believe in it
It dominates your feet
It’s gonna pump your blood
It’s gonna break your heart
Freddie Dilevi is aware
That baby you’re so dense
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When your head is blowing
You want someone kneeling
GIMME HEAD in London
Cookie feast
Ride your Vespa to that place
One only code, no regrets
BDSM London
Cookie Feast
Gang Bang Lucky Cookie Feast
Gang Bang Lucky Cookie Feast
Gang Bang Lucky Cookie Feast
Gang Bang Lucky Cookie Feast
Lucky Feast Cookie Feast
Gang Bang Lucky Cookie Feast!
Now it’s time to go back home
Mammy’s cooking Sunday Roast
Sunday Roast in London
Cookie Feast
Gang Bang Lucky Cookie Feast
Now...!
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Always late
03:28
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Got no, got no, got no fuckin’ time
I can’t, I can’t spare you a dime
Run, come on run, come on run
I’m always late
C’mon over here pretty babe
You know it is our fate
Jolly Roger, skull and bones,
Hourglass, your time is ticking
Bullets flying over our heads and
It’s time to go overboard
Got no, got no fuckin’ time
I can’t spare you a dime
Got no, got no, got no fuckin’ time
I can’t spare you a dime
Run, come on run, come on run
I’m always late
I can’t waste my time with you
You know it’s true, my babe
9 to 5, life of lies, pretend to care
You ain’t dead
When the chips are down
You burn out and lose your nerves
Got no, got no fuckin’ time...
Always runnin’... Always late...
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Homeless
02:20
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Don’t have a house to call my own
I don’t have nowhere to stay
This town has been sold to the rich
Nothing’s going up but the rent
Turning forty no money in the bank
I ain’t got nobody but me
But I know one think is for sure
Taller fences
Don’t save neighborhoods
And I don’t know
Where I’m gonna sleep tonight
Give me a home give us a home
Give my people a fucking home
There’s a thing I know for shure
A town ain’t a bank account
And I don’t know
Where I’m gonna sleep tonight
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Voodoo rag doll
03:27
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The first time I saw your face
My heart started to shake
You smiled for no reason
I surrendered at your feet
A fortune teller on the beach
Seemed crazy but she was right
Predicted the weather and our
Future/life
Like your shadow
I need your warmth
Everywhere I go
The next day you appeared
With a lovely Ramones’ t-shirt
You didn’t go to sleep
Your (black) eyes seemed to flirt
A fortune teller on the beach
(Playing) with a crystal ball toy
Predicted the weather and our
Future/life
Like your shadow
I need your soul
Everywhere I go
Voodoo rag doll, voodoo rag doll
When I feel I don’t have you
On my side, by my side
One thousand miles from home
I travelled to discover you
Happiness is on my side
I was about to lose my mind
A fortune teller on the beach
Read my future on the hand
Spat me truths like food scraps
Like your shadow...
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Late at night in the city they are out
Another shot of speed
Will wear you out
He’s sick sick sick/He’s nice nice nice
She’s hot hot hot/But sick sick sick
He pays my bills
And all my rounds
He pays my bills
Spinning around below
The underground
He’ll have a coke/She fucks around
She won’t give up/He’ll let her down
She’s well fucked up
He leaves the town
He pays my bills
And all my rounds
He pays my bills
Another round
Bug Eyes
Broken hearted and
Lonely she misses out
He’s left to ZaraGhost Town
Where’s he now?
She wants him now
He left the town
No money down/To pay her rounds
He pays my bills
And all my rounds
He pays my bills
Another round
Bug eyes
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9. |
Holidays in Cuba
04:13
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Holidays in Cuba
Best place to dream
How the things could be
Wanna come with me?
Castro’s times seems to die
Resistance still alive
No money a little freedom
Would they feel free on their own
Beg your paaardon
Holidays in Cuba
Best place to dream
How the things could be
Wanna come with me?
Barracudas on the beach
Crushed crabs on the streets
Comandantes lyingin on the jungle
White sands and black tits
Beg your paaardon
For having a wild life
Beg your paaardon
Best way to live, be worry-free
Best way to be
Holidays in Cuba
Best place to dream
How the things could be
Wanna come with me?
Old fashions, bikes and cars
Caribbeans eating beans
Che Guevara on the walls
You’ll get lost and stoned in bars
Cuban teens wanna dance
Ruacanrol & Cha-cha-chá
Beg your paaardon...
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Don't step on the line
02:19
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You’re crazy, so crazy
And your master’s sucking crazy!
I wonder what’s inside his mind
When he takes you for a walk
You’re dirty so dirty,
And your dog’s so fucking dirty!
I wanna kill it with my hands
I want you to eat its shit tonite
Don’t step on the line
Don’t step on the line
Don’t step on the line
You’re nasty, so nasty
And your mom’s so fucking nasty!
I’d like to know was on her mind
When she decided
Brought you to life
You’re crazy, so crazy
And your child is fucking crazy!
I’m gonna beat on him
With my baseball bat
My rhythm stick is hittin’ him tonite
Don’t step on the line...
I don’t wanna stay
I don’t wanna wait
I wanna step that line tonite
That line is mine/Your mom is fine
Your life is mine/Give me your line
I’ll fuck your mom, yeah!
Don’t step on the line...
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11. |
Springtime abduction
03:23
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Here comes the spaceship
They know what to do
They are here to make it
The ugly faces flew
Springtime abduction
The flying saucer’s back
Bringing the pretty ladies
Till the summer packs
Now it’s time to lay on my back
Till the long summer is gone
Now the ugly faces are sad
Till another summer is gone
Don’t you realize it
There’re only pretty ones
Springtime abduction
Bringing the summer fun
Springtime abduction
The flying saucer’s back
Bringing the pretty ladies
Till the summer packs
Now it’s time to lay on my back
Till the long summer is gone
Now the ugly faces are sad
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