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The fuzz in my head grows
It's already so low
The fuzz in my head stands
It's already all too clear

So much for losing track of time

Can cope with
Tape magnetique
Wild flutters flock ?
Press pause record play
All at once

Mixtape cassette
Ego in love
Makes that a fuss
Fuzz fuzz lay down
through the jungle in this world
Of wackos

Blown by the wind or taken
By the current and being hurried
To be burried is what you inherit
Grow up with
to get that V-8 cranked
To have her on the front porch by midnight

Catchin' air on railroad tracks
Detroit horses breathin'
Peelin' paint off of city hall
to preach about the wrong of the world 
It can't be changed by three girls 
On the trio tip we're not a proof of that trip 
Excuses that's the truth when
the creek where the fuzz can't go

Make a few calls and the girls come running
Guess me and the boys have go it going on
The way they're looking all
tie all by myself
I'm getting tied, I'm forgetting why

Oh, we're so disarming, darling, everything we did believe
Is diving, diving, diving, diving
they're the people on the street
Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat
My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life
Get found
said "meow"
She said her name was tammy
And her sugar hills worked the cure
I came to her in jammies
And I left so-phista-mature

Dirty mutha fuzz

Good morning, pigs
Good morning, fascists
You fags
You creeps
You bastards

This indoctrination
and fluttered his face with the fuzz of a dandelion.
Long about noontime
Floating 'cross the field, Georgie heard the peel of a bell being rung by the parson
They grab you by the collar
And they throw you through the door
You don't have to be in the army
To fight in the war

Well, you're working very hard
to track number five, to track number thirteen)
(To track number sixteen, to track number nineteen)

Shouldn't I be out of diapers by now?
you really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why 'cause
Getting measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat
along the way

Radio fuzz on the fence post by the pasture
Long ago Liza and you would dance all day
Now you lay buried, the stern and sacred father
Twenty first so far is hazed
Judgment by the like in views made
Permanence has run away
Hand in hand with career in shaping clay

Fast in
Concertina concertina a chill that bends 
This I swear you're the fiercest calm 
I've been in the soul quake 
Happened here in a glass world 
Particle by
at all
You gotta flush your stash, baby, no,it ain't no use at all. 
I woke up in the morning, fuzz by my bed.
I took two alka seltzers and flew right
it shines right on the gutter
And you remember that he was there
And you should know, right there in the fold
That you grabbed him by his hair
Well, in the frozen north of the Yukon
Lived the king of the Royal Mountie Fuzz
Sergeant Preston was his name
King his dog's name was

He had
Peel me a grape
Crush me some ice
Skin me a peach
Save the fuzz for my pillow
Start me a smoke
Talk to me nice
You gotta wine me
And dine me
Peel me a grape, crush me some ice
Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You've got to wine me and dine me
really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why 'cause
Getting measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk
[by M. Mussorgski]
[bonus track on CD]
whispered lines
Broken only by the ancient railroad ties

Out where the tracks run through the city
Tracks run through the city
I want to be on that