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Gotta Motor
01:39
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Oh hey [***]
Whats up
We’re in the land of the song
Weird
Oh yeah totally
Lets go
Hey I said lets go
Alright,
Wha?
Fuck it
I gotta motor
Running all night
I gotta motor
Running tonight
I gotta motor
Running all night
I gotta motor
Running
Every night
LIck it Lick it Lick it
I’ll eat it up
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HRM_TRK
04:13
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Just a fleabag named herman
And his turkey
Facing the void
Is this it?
A dog and his turkey
Herman’s turkey
A tale of two for all the heroes in the world
Rip out my stuffing
Sew me back up
Take a bite out of me
I don’t give a fuck x2
First impressions of turkey
Sad
Just a dog and his turkey
And his turkey
Herman and a
Just a dog
Herman
Turkey Turkey Turkey
You just don’t get it do you?
Turkeys
Just a dog named herman
And a turkey
A tale for two for all the heros in the world
Its just something that has to
Turkeys!
Wait
Rip out my stuffing
Sew me back up
Take a bite of me
I don’t give a fuck
Sew me back up!
I’m lovely
Herman’s Turkey
Alright, alright
I wanna mention
Herman and his turkey
Whats herman’s turkey’s name?
You never said it
Cause he doesn’t have a name
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Woooooo!!
02:26
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Wooooo
Wooooo
Wooooo
Woooo
Wooooo
Wooooo
Wooooo
Caught napping now i’m inna frenzy
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Yeah so one day this spaceship visited
And i was like trying to fit in with them aliens you know
I was playing it cool
I was finally in a band
And goddam them aliens knew how to jam
We did the shit in the basement real cool ya dig
I found my friends on craigslist i don’t no where anyone else gets
they’s
Ahhh, whan whan
Yeah come on down to my basement
And drink some apple juice
while i pour some milk on my head real nasty
Strip off my drawers while them aliens probe my nether regions
I feel like a 52 channel mixer with every cord plugged in
Fucked with no grease
Legal system got hold of my balls
I got so many goddam problems
Got a rash so bad on my ass can’t even sit for weeks
Can’t eat cant sleep
That spaceship had that bubonic plague
And its not even curable by that bubonic chronic
Yeah but the next week i’m still cool
I gotta band in my basement
Drive me a muscle car
Going out getting into fights at bars
Pick my nose drift off to mars
Pour me a glass of milk
You shorely get yars in time sucka
Next week still a badmothafucka
Time feel so weird out here in spaceman
What we have like 1, 1 or 2 songs last week or some shit
How’d it go again?
It go 1 2 3 4
Get funky
Funky
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Pak Boules Ferndale, Michigan
Ryan Daisy violent upbringing in war-torn East Taylorica/ destined for incarceration at the Short Street minimum security
educational facility in EL/rose to power as drm/vox of PB
James Bobcik dicked around/got some degrees/is probably not a lizard person
Terry Wilhelm was developed as an ear decongestant during the cold war/no longer recommended for humans due to side fx
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