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Bootlicker
02:21
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BOOTLICKER
The scent of mink oil and
The taste of leather on your tongue
You take such pride;
You’re a rat born in oblivion
Do they got dirt on you or do you do this shit for fun?
A list of names and dates mistakes all chambered in your gun
You press your face against their laces
Man, it makes you cum
Barefoot beauties prowling for you
Man, you better run
Do they got dirt on you or do you do this shit for fun?
A list of names and dates mistakes all chambered in your gun
Every time I see you punk you’re gonna get the same
Bootlicker
Every time I see you punk you’re gonna get the same
Bootlicker
Every time I see you punk you’re gonna get the same
Bootlicker
Every time I see you punk you’re gonna get the same
You’re a fucking bootlicker yeah!
The time to pay for all your squealing
Has just begun
The word is out on you, you’re through
You’re done, you scum!
Do they got dirt on you or do you do this shit for fun?
A list of names and dates mistakes all chambered in your gun
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2. |
Feel It
01:24
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3. |
Getaway Velocity
02:28
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GETAWAY VELOCITY
Seven miles per second, baby
Getaway velocity
Ain’t no one could stop me, honey
Punching right through gravity
Built this jalopy in our backyard
No laws will keep you away from me
Slingshot through celestial bodies
Keenly dodging space debris
“I feel you searching, honey
I’m in the black alone
I know you’re honing it
Come get me…”
I’m sabotaging satellites, baby
Jamming signals to set you free
No lunar camp can stop me, honey
Oh no no no no not like me
The core is hot and it’s humming, sugar
I got no plans for re-entry
There’s no prison can hold you, baby
Gonna start our own colony
“I feel you searching, honey
I’m in the black alone
I know you’re honing it!
Come get me…”
Modified the filtration, honey
Gonna live to three hundred and three
The Kuiper Belt in our rearview, baby
Burning hard for Alpha Centauri
Seven miles per second, baby
There’s a whole lot of galaxy
There’s a whole lot of galaxy
There’s a whole lot of galaxy
There’s a whole lot of galaxy
There’s a whole lot of galaxy
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4. |
Let’s Take It Slow
02:51
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LET’S TAKE IT SLOW
Wake up
on the sofa
I got the change in my pocket I know you don’t know’a
Moving on
I come and go
Mangy dogs in heat humpin’ bitches gotta go
Does it feel feel feel good now let’s take it slow
Feel feel feel much too slow
Trashy guts
in the gutter
Spilling out onto the ground hey it makes me wonder
Am I alive
is this real
Two blocks later humdrum drivel can my face conceal?
Does it feel feel feel good now let’s take it slow
Feel feel feel much too slow
In the park
on the grass
Stupid birds and swollen eyes oh will it pass
Do I stop
don’t wanna say
Dead end street rags and bones in the heat of day
Does it feel feel feel good now let’s take it slow
Feel feel feel much too slow
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5. |
Morning Star
02:42
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MORNING STAR
Morning Star
Frost gives in
Morning Star
On electric skin
Morning Star
First to know
Morning Star
In the forge’s glow
Morning Star
Guide me through the trees
A jewel wrapped in black
Falling to the sea
Kith and kin O rally ‘round me
Do you see what he would have us be?
Morning Star
Broken by love
Morning Star
As below as is above
Morning Star
An angel’s flight
Morning Star
Another dying light
Morning Star
Guide me through the trees
A jewel wrapped in black
Falling to the sea
Kith and kin O rally ‘round me
Do you see what he would have us be?
Morning Star
Say “non servium”
Morning Star
No matter what may come
Morning Star no matter what may come
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6. |
New Friends
01:35
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NEW FRIENDS
It’s 7AM CPR time again
7Am it’s CPR time again
I crack your sternum and I ask you your name
7AM CPR time again
Sirens and lights and we’re flirting again
Sirens and lights and we’re flirting again
Oh it’s too early for making new friends
Sirens and lights and we’re flirting again
It’s 7AM CPR time again
7AM CPR time again
You keeled right over just as easy as sin
7AM it’s CPR time again
I feel that darkness coming round the bend
I feel that darkness coming round the bend
Oh it’s too late now for making new friends
I feel that darkness coming round the bend
I feel that darkness coming round the bend
I feel that darkness coming round the bend
Oh it’s too late now for making new friends
I feel that darkness coming round the bend
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7. |
Blue Banana Seat
02:18
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BLUE BANANA SEAT
Pedaled my bike I rode down the street
In cool cool breeze
Rode on sparking blue banana seat
In the morning rain
Listened to to rock ‘n roll a hi-fi beat
It’s tearing me apart
I’m all alone with earth rock and trees
Just gimme that honey bee
Returned to earth I came around the bend
Onto a cul-de-sac
I saw her standing still a yellow streak
Rain coat and hat
Corn toothed smile and lashes lightening lit the sky
In the afternoon
I’m all alone with earth rock and trees
Please gimme that honey bee
Flashing bright and thunderous in my ears
And upon my face
Mud covered rubber shoes my little soul knew
That the sun would come
Darkness will go away she’s close to me now
Oh it’s me and you
I’m not alone with earth rock and trees
She gave me that honey bee
Earth, earth rock
Earth, earth rock
Earth, earth rock
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8. |
Crying In Your Sleep
02:10
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CRYING IN YOUR SLEEP
Crying in your sleep
Where you used to just mumble
Have a little rumble
Now you weep
Crying in your sleep
Well I hope it’s just a dream
Just a shallow sad stream
That don’t run too deep
I used to worry over you getting over me yeah
But there’s been so many tears you’ll never ever see no
I’ve got my reputation tough as it can be yeah
And this old flask of mine won’t ever tell on me no
Ever tell on me no
Ever tell on me no
Ever tell on me no
Crying in the dark
Drying my tears
On your old pillowcase
Where you left your mark
Crying all alone
Strung out and fried
Hung out to dry
On a bed I don’t own
I used to worry over you getting over me yeah
But there’s been so many tears you’ll never ever see no
I’ve got my reputation tough as it can be yeah
And this old flask of mine won’t ever tell on me no
Ever tell on me no
Ever tell on me no
Ever tell on me no
Crying in your sleep
Where you used to just mumble
Have a little rumble
Now you weep
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9. |
Trippin’ Vixen
02:17
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TRIPPIN’ VIXEN
She gives me good face
All over the place
She keeps her man in line
Oh oh oh oh oh ohohohoh
Oh make a zombie smile
When she do the dutty wine
She keep her man in line
Oh oh oh oh oh ohohohoh
Fox into a vixen
Got me drippin’
When he’s trippin’
He got lips that don’t quit
And you can feel it
She keep her men in line
Oh oh oh oh oh ohohohoh
He got styles that don’t slip
You can see them
She keeps her man in line
Oh oh oh oh oh ohohohoh
Fox into a vixen
Got me drippin’
When he’s trippin’
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10. |
Good Bad Vibes
02:26
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GOOD BAD VIBES
We’ve been steppin’ out
With some ne’er-do-wells
They came highly recommended
But uh they never do well
We got stories to tell!
We been hanging out
With some righteous types
The repartee’s okay
But ah the fights are all right
Gettin’ it on is outta sight!
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
We’ve been going down
With some thirsty lasses
Coked up and shattered you know
They never clean their glasses
But that’s okay!
We’ve been getting mighty
Staying mighty high
And all those creeps keep scratching
And asking why
‘Cause it’s a good bad vibe!
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
You can’t fuck with good bad vibes
We’ve been making our own fun baby
For as long as can be
Any sucker try and stop us
Well ah they shall see
It’s a good bad vibe!
It’s a good bad vibe!
It’s a good bad
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The Suckos Los Angeles, California
Steiny ——-> drums
Stax ———-> guitar
Bejj ————> bass
We play in a basement.
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