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I was a two headed baby!

by Neutered Prunes

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1.
Fork 03:20
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Neutered Prunes on the moon Break the night like day dripping like an open wound right into your mouth into your mouth drips the drool from the chin of a child just like the juice dripping across your face onto your shirt pluck from thine ass thine thorny grape replace with what thou choseth with utmost haste in the void we swim wearing only water wings like peeling skin from a dead fish we shed our dreams what's at the end of your fork? A glass full of clam juice and its carbonated love that man over there, standing in the mirror that man over there is not aware that man over there is not ok just find the striped bunny to untie the knot just take a peice of lint and keep it safe wrapped inside the folds of your brain are things things you can't feed to a monkey with a fork rip off your underwear and throw them to the corner go outside and invite the bums to come in for dinner sing the sacred chant of little Jack Horner "vsichko e vselena, vselenata e vsichko" take off your water wing place it on your thing and just go to town point your finger into your head through your nose now wipe it off pick up your underwear and put them in your mouth take a look around, where's your doggy now?
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A Song About Something 03:22
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transistor radio sitting on the shelf no place for empty heads or stinky feet no magic elf no cookie jar no homeless crackfiends smoking in the yard chewing on a banjo choking on the strings oh my gosh I'm such a retard Oh Eeyeore. lobotomies and paper mache wet paper sacks I can't punch through drink my milk from a funnel are you a monkey or are you a mule? I don't care if you're depressed still want to kick you in your head Oh Eeyeore. flashlights illuminate my hallway painted a picture for you today with fingerpaints and rubber cement aliens and high octane fuel Maxwell where's your magnetism now Peter Pan, I shot Tinkerbell Oh Eeyeore. lawn sprinklers they speak to me I hate their watery guts don't touch me I'm like a sponge my switch has a bent conducter masturbating worm in the gutter I'm a dork I'm a loser Oh Eeyeore.
3.
Barbara The Arsonist 03:35
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Barbara she's an arsonist she wants to burn everything down to the ground she's one sexy fire machine Feel the burning heat. houses, cars and storage rooms Quickie-marts, and fast food stands oily rags, gas cans matches and bits of wood here she comes I think she's looking at me she's got that fiery look in her eye houses, cars and storage rooms Quickie-marts, and fast food stands oily rags, gas cans matches and bits of wood for you, Barbara Carries enough gas to fuel a stock car race she burnt my house, she torched my work she stole my heart. Firetruck heartburn too hottest little body you ever knew lighter in hand, fire away hell its all the same today like a heap of tires or bales of hay torch it all, baby. On this greasy ball we call earth its nice to know somebody has got a match police ain't gonna catch this dame no way, she's quick like a funny car She's like my favorite dish sauerkraut. yeah baby.
4.
Conspiracy Talk Show 03:47
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I know of a conspiracy about the aliens abducting me of freemasons and mad cow disease let me on your show I took a picture of an alien I took a picture of a real bigfoot in my basement built a time machine let me on your show antigravity, alien technology, I swear its really real I'm the one that shot Kennedy I was there on the grassy knoll someday I'll win a Darwin Award let me on your show! I took a picture of my ass hole it looks like a ghost photo I swear its not a blown smoke ring let me on your show antigravity, alien technology, I swear its really real Doctor says I have psychosis Doctor says I'm delusional I think he's a man in black let me on your show now I've learned to remote view I saw satan and Hoagland too now will you let me on your show? let me on your show antigravity, alien technology, I swear its really real!
5.
I Don't Want Another Goth Girlfriend 04:59
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I don't want another goth girlfriend when I kiss her face white gets on my lips when I hold her hand blood drips from her wrist when I touch her hair webs stick to me I want to wear some color and smile Vampire kiss, Life is bleak, goth girlfriend I don't want another goth girlfriend I'm so sick of fangs I'm so sick of lace I don't want to listen to The Cure or go screw you in the cemetery blonde roots your black hairdye hearse for sale, coffin nail, goth girlfriend. I don't want another goth girlfriend anhk tattoo on your leg swords and velvet cover the walls pictures of Robert Smith I really mean it I hate The Cure moonlit night, Anne Rice, goth girlfriend I don't want another goth girlfriend her whole life is a dark room makeup makes her look like a raccoon those pointy buckle boots really suck phlebotomists and clove ciggarettes silver cross, Roz is dead, so are you, goth girlfriend.
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Stop Breaking My Shit 04:04
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bottled up emotions I keep in my hand a stern look a pointed face nerves snap like pencil lead graves of dieties not yet dreamt I dig my hand into the dirt chance does not exist no time to think, no water drink feel a knife at my throat, a puff of smoke Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet Emlékszem rád - loptad az agyamat Emlékszem rád - törted az ágyamat Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet you bring you hammer when you come over in my house bits of glass fly about the room electric cord, remote control, pickle jar smash my stuff left and right you fucking prick no time to think, no water drink feel a knife at my throat, a puff of smoke Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet Emlékszem rád - loptad az agyamat Emlékszem rád - törted az ágyamat Emlékszem rád - loptad a helyemet Emlékszem rád - törted a fejemet You come on over, to my house and break my shit You are some kind of freakin' jerk you break my shit stop breaking my shit now man stop breaking my shit now please
7.
Wahôf Fü Celz 03:05
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folded banana sitting upon the dusty shelf like a rat piss stained can of tin with its tongue flopping dully out of the corner of its mouth I have visions in the dark. They press in hunting, wrything a blend of colors, time drips like drool from the caged dog a blister upon the foot of destiny flecks of paint calmly scurry for cover as the steaming pile of shit sits there throbbing, groaning I wait It rolls up the wall overwhelming my sensory nerves a slap in the face as if stealing a childs security blanket blending its clearer now, as if each part is seperately mixed I glance around remembering my surroundings hello? peirces my fragile wall of distraction oh yes very beautiful he said have you noticed the diffraction off of that can of meat byproduct its the dust he said and the sprinkles of dark that is what you seek
8.
Who Shot Elvis? 03:36
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I'm walking down the yellow dashed line looking for bugs that have been hit by cars, and I'm thinking to myself why am I looking for bugs? What would I do with the bugs when I found them? Maybe I should find a hobby or something I could collect spaghetti noodles and keep them on velvet and satin pillows. I could build a shrine out of macaronni and leave offerings of parmasean and lettuce. parmasean and lettuce I could pray to the pasta gods, and sacrifice small children and bowling balls. I could do all of this, but right now I'm looking for dead bugs on the road. Usually they stick to the windshield or sometimes the grill where they look like some kind of gruesome garden of sin. Bits of black and green and other insect colors. black and green I'd probably just eat the noodles though, then where would I be? I'd be walking down the middle of the road looking for dead bugs that have been hit by cars. I'd have no hobbies and I'd be wondering, Who shot Elvis? Its been years yet nobody has found his killer he could be roaming free. He could be walking down the middle of the street looking for dead bugs. His killer could be me I shot Elvis it was me Oh wait, Elvis wasn't shot...I'm sorry I was wrong. If I was wrong about Elvis perhaps I'm wrong about what I'm doing now. Maybe I'm an astronaut, or maybe...maybe I am a plumber. Imagine if I was a plumber, I wouldn't be walking down the middle of the street, no way! Thats not what a plumber does not what a plumber does Plumbers lead much more interesting lives than that. I'd be on a wonderful adventure looting and pillaging with all the other plumbers on the high seas. We'd fly the jolly roger...and use plungers for peg legs because I'd be the best plumber that any scurvy dog had ever met. scurvy dog.
9.
Rockstar 02:50
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now we know that you're to blame / two months soaked in stupid fame / your outcome bought my new car / turned me into your rockstar my album is number one / your girlfriend is in my bed /your scabies on my dick all I do is aim to please / thrown down on my aching knees / I genuflect but you want some more / hubris will have to settle the score I dress so cool / take you back to school / I'm the rockstar manufactured bathed in hype / another teahead sucking the pipe / I'll pretend and act bizzare / hey now I'm the new rockstar my name in lights / party all night / waste of oxygen got to push the envelope / get my own herd of kids / they'll all look just like me / cookie cutter facsimile worship me / burning so bright / go up in flames hey now I'm the rockstar / just another commercial whore / sold my soul with the copyright / made me famous overnight just the same old thing / nothing in my brain / yeah yeah yeah teen scene drama queen / pimple ads in the magazine / record execs on the scene / all my fans under 17 watch my career / shoot into the sky / crash to the earth
10.
Sun Shines on a Plastic Cow 04:17
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Opened my head to find it full of rust and slime. I Reached inside my chest for my heart. I felt inside and cried with nothing there to find Sun shines now, it seems so cruel behind myself I am standing, behold all of my nothing I know everyone must succumb, staring at the back of my head children sing happy things: songs of ignorance, plastic toys, balloons and ponies! when I was young I had a plastic cow sweat and blood glistened brow I kept it in the sun for a year exposed to the ultraviolet clear the paint faded the plastic cracked just like my senses are taxed looking under my bed I see all my own secrets lots of dirty old socks even if I want to I can't sleep now clowns will eat me sun shines now, it seems so cruel I've done all these things before under the rug and on the shelf opened and closed all the doors I dug through your trash to learn a little more children sing happy things: lollipops, celery baseball caps, bits of string, and chewing gum! now I'm older I am the cow you are the sun, everything is one yesterday's tommorrow never is enough, thicker skin grows the more life is tough thank some unnamed nothing for your loss memories forgotten and ugliness cost sun shines now, it seems so cruel sun shines now, it seems so cool.
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I was a two headed baby! 03:37
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when I was born, the doctor he said we've got to remove one of these heads momma she said "what do you mean?" Doctor said "look at your freak" I was a two headed baby which one to remove which one to keep which one will speak look at the freak sometimes I wonder how it would have been had they kept the other one who would he be? what would he say? would he be like me? what would he do? would he be like me and still be a freak? two headed baby which one to remove which one to keep which one will speak look at the freak they removed one of the heads from that little baby all wounds are healed now the freak grew up with only one head here I am all by myself I'm still a freak you will see people still laugh at me, point and gawk and cross the street two headed baby which one to remove which one to keep which one will speak look at the freak.

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released May 1, 2002

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