Lyrics:
Heart beat, speed=low, drug king
Woman in the mirror
Heart beat, speed=low, drug king
Woman in the mirror
Junk art
憧れは London pop
everything
Especially cynicism
Junk arts, junk deals
Take you down, tell you nothing is real
Nightmares, beliefs
Bang your head for a dose of relief
Claudia Kishi
We are Claudia Kishi
Junk food, art, style, and mystery
Talkin' bout Claudia Kishi
Junk food, art, style, and mystery
Talkin' bout Claudia
Unloose enough for this bound
Float and fly all our way, yeah
Push the button now
Go right back to start
That day you found out we're just God's junk
Unloose enough for this bound
Float and fly all our way, yeah
Push the button now
Go right back to start
That day you found out we're just God's junk
state of the art junk and you’re on center stage
And you’re making a nice wage
Dog you ain’t free, you just live in a nice cage
Well I won’t miss this
11 years of faking it
From art to junk and Motown passions
Pull me up, buttercup
I'm coming home, the new blasphemer
So sad I sold the meaning
it like a work of art
Keepin' junk inside me now they call me CubeSmart
Both my buddies packing, nothing 'bout 'em little
Dicks so long now they
of faking it
From art to junk and Motown passions
Pull me up, buttercup
I'm coming home, the new blasphemer
So sad I sold the meaning
Sold the man and then
dumb
Is this art? this is junk
I got heart, you got thumbs
Look how hard i've become
I dont wanna go home
Cus i dont wanna feel low
It's feeling fifty
Hawking outback steaks while vegans sing along
Breaking down the barriers of theater and song
Is it pop, is it funk
Is it art, is it junk
It's
a piece o' junk into a work o' art Graffiti
You don't understand me
I'm lookin for a band you lookin for a family
Talk about you to my auntie
But I got
Art music is junk
Put the singers in a cage
People of the book
Become the people of the cloud
Incinerate the tomes
If that will please the crowd
But I
Once fell in love with someone
who put junk in their veins
blood paints art through the jugular pain
my brain sprung from the childish game
when our
get your rest
This hunk of junk will make it there
The Art of Zen and Motorcycle Maintenance is finally making sense
Been balling like a baby in his
Yeah, we’re recycling!
Might look like trash, but don’t act too fast
Could get re-used as something new
Someone’s old junk might become a work of art
It
from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls, you're shooting all my balls
Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart
Too much junkie
from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls, you're shooting all my balls
Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart
Too much junkie
from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls, you're shooting all my balls (/old moth balls?)
Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart
from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls, youâ??re shooting all my balls (/old moth balls?)
Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart
earning
Art class drawings that your Grandma thinks are awesome
Most your baseball cards, I think you mighta lost some
It's where the useless items go
It's
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
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