1. |
Hunker Down
03:33
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Firecracker Pow!
Fingers gone now
Blood spurt out
Ten digits hit the ground
Baby Jessica
Not so well
Batton down the hatches, Barricade the doors
Play in the rain when it begins to pour.
Don't you think it's time we head inside
Feel in my bones, lightning's about to strike
Karma blows up in you face
Energy reverberates
We are what we create
Make no mistake, broadcasting waves.
Fuck! porch pirates. Fuck! road rage.
Love not Hate.
Price per gal
Skyrocketing now
Spark plug fouled
Not chestnut brown
Charge your whip
What the hell?
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2. |
Tel Aviv
02:14
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There ain't no telling what on tv, in Tel Aviv
Network Executive Tycoons
Manipulating, mind control tools
Let's see what's on the tube tonight
Don't change the channel, stay up all night.
This invention can better your life
1-800, $19.99.
Inflated salaries too
Fuck Television, it keeps us from living.
Coming to you live and direct
We interrupt, your scheduled program.
To bring you this
Sensational, important message.
Democracy's under attack
Head to your basements, ration your rice sacks.
If it bleeds it leads
Fuck television, it keeps us from living.
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3. |
Quarantine Spirit
04:10
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Punch a timeclock, in the face
I'm getting used to, this new pace.
Own a gun, just in case
Someone breaks into your....Place.
When your government's not working its time we take it to the streets.
Don't recall any Presidents calling for world peace.
When your government's not working, it's time we take it to the streets.
Head on a swivel, police the police.
My heart's in retograde
Burn the flag on Presidents Day.
I've accepted my own fate.
One day we'll all, leave this.....Place.
Time melting in front of my face
Tired of running the rat race
This song's over, when I ....Say.
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4. |
Perfect Diamond
02:33
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I don't know, I don't know
Anyone who owns diamonds
I can tell, I can tell
The television picture's been lying.
It's in the mail, it's in the mail
Sincerely ricin
I know, I know
Who won't be writing.
Is it me, Is it me?
Or is it gravity we're fighting
May Day! May Day !
Who here's a pilot?
Fell in love with ink and paper
Don't marry
Sculpture Majors
They will only
Try to shape you
They will only
Bend and break you
Is it me, Is it me
Or is that picture crying
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Behind that smile you keep hiding.
Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself
Ourselves we're fighting
Burn it down, storm the town
Our freedom's dying
Is it me, is it me?
Or is it gravity we're fighting?
May Day! May Day!
Who here's a pilot?
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5. |
No Mans Land
03:13
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I'm going to cry
In a poetic sense
Nature's alive
And we're part of it
Crickets don't chirp
Those fuckers sing
Witched don't burn
Fireflies blink
Ride the energy wave
You trim the grass, you'll stir more snakes
No I'm not singing about
What you think.
Silver duct tape
Fix anything
Hierarchy hell
We're all living beings
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6. |
Sound Advice
03:43
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What hair I have left
Is Liberty Spiked
My tattoo's not permanent
Nor neither am I
Weeds kill flowers
That's my advice
Nuns are going
Out of style
Throw all flathead screws away
Now reporting, the world's on fire
Live out your final days
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7. |
Seance
03:52
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Whoop my ass with a bible belt
Tore up a wooden Jesus
Slept with the preacher's daughter
And no one will ever believe this
Placed the bible on Ouija board
Oracle messaged you're smothering me
Father I have a confession to make
I participate in sorcery
Witchcraft! Voodoo! Tarot! Heebee Jeebees!
Guardians of the East
Almighty Ones
Keepers of knowledge &
The day's new sun
We summon you forth
We conjure you
Make yourself present
Come into the room
Colorful spirits
Manifest at night
Seal our circle
Protect us from baleful sight
Seance! Seance! Seance! Seance!
Wore a dead cat in my shirt all day
Devil promised it would make you love me
This however never worked
I just ended up smelling ugly
Pyramid scheme got me into Wicca
Threw 3 dead frogs in a blender & sifted
Spell went wrong now I'm getting evicted
Burn sage, dead spirits been lifted
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Perfect Stranglers Cincinnati, Ohio
Perfect Stranglers are a Soulful Punk Rock band that embraces jazz. We sing about getting closer to the heart of nature, the
human journey to becoming a better person, and metaphysical things we all feel but can’t see.
Free your mind and your ass will follow!
Members are James Burns on guitar, vocals, song writing.
Sammy McKee plays bombastic drums akin to Mitch Mitchell. Kathlene McKee on bass.
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