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cosmic american
03:06
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wading through the New England winter
with ulcerated toes and infected splinters
washed in white, it slithers under the door
spewing subconscious nonsense that i couldn't ignore
so i gotta leave the East behind, and go out West
in a deprived attempt to feel less dispossessed
i need the landscapes to conquer my bitterness
i need to be swallowed whole in my own wilderness
it's 4 am and i'm feelin like a cosmic american
every time i'm back, i just want to go there again
to lay on the red dirt rocks of Arizona
to talk to the cashiers in Oklahoma
so i'm driving down the Navajo trail
steady at 100 with no cops on my tail
in awe of the mountains in the morning glow
and the radiated depths of the canyons below
and all the creatures lurking deep in the rivers
drained from the sewers, eating lizards and livers
i'm freaking out from the nuclear fission
they said 'just go back home and God says you're forgiven'
it's 4 am and i'm feelin like a cosmic american
every time i'm back i just want to go there again
to walk through the mountain towns of Colorado
to drive within the erratic pulse of Chicago
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psycho addict
02:59
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roaming around the wasteland
no flesh to chew
i gotta get my fix
before my mind goes too
one dose of psycho and i'm stronger than my enemies
grant me strength behind these eyes of pure insanity
one dose of psycho and i'm stronger than you'll ever be
watch me be the beast i can truly be
psycho (psycho addict)
a nuclear junkie
looking for his fix
first things first
where's my syringe?
one dose of psycho and i'm stronger than my enemies
grant me strength behind these eyes of pure insanity
one dose of psycho and i'm stronger than you'll ever be
watch me be the beast i can truly be
i don't know how long it's been
since i have had my fix
i don't know where i've been
my mind is starting to slip
my bones begin to bend
can't trust these eyes in my head
sanity's starting to thin
i need my medicine
psycho (psycho addict)
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100% all natural
01:34
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pocket prison
03:50
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i heard a story
about a kid named johnny
who tried to go
but he never knew what would become of him
long live the toilet nasties!
(they'll pull you under)
long live the toilet nasties!
(they'll kill your mother)
long live the toilet nasties!
(pull you under)
long live the toilet nasties!
his stomach burned
his intestines growled
but he knew it meant death
if he purged his bowels
long live the toilet nasties!
(they'll pull you under)
long live the toilet nasties!
(they'll kill your mother)
long live the toilet nasties!
(barely breathing)
long live the toilet nasties!
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feral ghouls Fitchburg, Massachusetts
we play fast and feral rock'n'roll.
feral ghouls recommends:
punk as shit
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some infectiously catchy shit.
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some smooth shit
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