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Albums:

3 Blind Mice, Vol. 1 (Art Blakey) · 3 Blind Mice, Vol. 1 (Art Blakey) · Three Blind Mice, Vol. 2 (Art Blakey) · The Famous Sound of Three Blind Mice, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Three Blind Mice, Vol. 2 (Art Blakey) · Three Blind Mice [Japan Import] (Art Blakey) · Blind Leading the Blind (Trivium) · Cats and Mice (Kristin Hersh) · When the Cat Returns, the Mice Are Fucked (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Meetle Mice (Dan Deacon) – and 90 other albums »


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We sang Three Blind Mice together:
"Three blind mice, three blind mice
Who went in across the farmer's house.."

You know well
Just never
[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice

[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
mice
My blind mice

I am the lord with a plastic hand
Where are the slaves that I command
Where are the knights that were trembling at my words
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
gotta start grooving
Gotta start breaking away
'cause they're leading you too far into the future
When you're living here today
2, 3, 4
Blind (Yeah) Blind
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
Nice Nice Nice 

Kick 'em in the grill Pete! 
Verse One: Pete Nice 
Gas, past tense, made facially 
3rd Bass'll express, KMD 
Three blind mice
direct from my imagination!

Three blind mice!

Watch your step, girls!

Three blind mice! See how they run.

You gotta turn up the heat, you gotta
And I have watched in wonder
As with a word You calmed a raging sea
I have seen You make the wine from water
Mud and water made a blind man see
precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick

That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord
And saw something orange and bright
I lifted up the blind and I was
Blinded by the light
Down in some abandoned car
Somebody I once knew
Summoned all
On the cigarette, to the ashtray
From the ashtray back to my lips

So I lean up from my easy chair
I rub my three day beard
And give that thousand yard stare
As I
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
blind with a trail to find through that blank and bitter land;
Half dazed, half crazed in the winter wild, with its grim heart-breaking woes,
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
lies, then we usually find,
Our visions cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we're blind,
It's just poison food for thought for these dillusionary
when only supportive words come from a fortune cookie.
People fear what they can't comprehend.
A deaf man paints lyrics in the air by waving his hands.
blind to these lies, they die younger 
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children 
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us
burgs at night and now I'm counting my funds 
Three times a day and I drive a coup on danas 
Cruising through the alley bumping on "Hi" to players 
Yo,
Outkasted and claiming true
Aiming two at your motherfucking spine
No, I make that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby?
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
the wrong idea
Say I look homeless shit my shoes two-hundred my shades two-fifty a pair
Watch out you'll go blind
By the diamonds the side of my pinky that