Lyrics:
Bitumen the bitter man
Gotta be the better man
For the better men
Bitumen the bitter man
Gotta be the better man
For the better men
I'm layin' this
to her thighs
She tip toes and pirouettes all through my mind
And all the boys she knew
Yeah I don't mind
She plays the theremin
I dance on bitumen
All eyes are on
The bitumen again
1927
Professor Parnell
It won the Guinness Record
Ig Nobel Prize as well
An experiment to show
Surprising properties
at that lipstick drivin' him ballistic
Rolling 'cross the plain
Rising moon and sweet perfume. Headin' for the bitumen
Four wheel traction headin' for
on the bitumen
Another stroke in the frame
Another hair in the grain
Another leaf in the rain
Another shadow on the bitumen
Another stroke the frame
And I'll
like ancient magma
Lost in the Oscillopsic flux
Bitumen of humanity, oh,
The magpie’s monologue
Early morning bitter breeze,
Fucked the ass of reality
Hiding in sight of letting up
Empire, Empire, goodnight, bye-bye
Empire, Empire goodbye, tonight
Bitumen roads and microdrones
Fiber optic feeds
Through
bitumen can't deny
Every fraction has a use and yours is
Stealing my heart
Be the carbon to my hydrogen
Then it'll be me and you not them
Our displayed
(Yeah)
Dead in December nigga!
(Lotta spiders)
When I lay on the bitumen
Crawl up on my body
As I feel malevolent (yeah)
Who to trust? Everyday ambivalent
the breeze
Conduit sees from the living room suite
Boredom is what boredom breeds you see
Bitumen
Crossroad knife
It's human odd life, woo
No
crumbs
And laid down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And it's
crumbs
And laid down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And it's
And he breathes it again
Now his chest is a mine exploding
And the bitumen sticks
Like the catch in his throat
He's going down
And he sleeps in
to kiss the air
But the baby burned like bitumen inside her
That inhuman son of a bitch never even called her
The doctor said, 'It'll be some kind
The stars were ill-crossed as the weather
Lost in its bitumen cloak
The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour
Falling like tears through the thickening
When the spinifex flowers and harvest begins,
We know that Christmas is near.
When the bitumen shimmers in summer's heat haze,
We know that
propaga el crimen
en sus venas no fluye sangre si no bitumen
es carente de todo alumbre
construye modo de esclavización
para quien es en si nunca habría
like Finnegan I see water mixed with bitumen
But this is Canada isn't it?
Are't we supposed to be considerate?
Nah, its 5 centuries of genocide,
itching for this vicious release
I Grabbed his hair slammed his head onto the bitumen screamed
This is for Steve, his mum, his misses and me
For his dad,
like his chances much
Git on...
At last he got off the mud
veering right off Cheddar Road
Lightning comes and so does thunder
On the bitumen we rumbles
They got me counting bodies for the government
Now my dreams all smell like petroleum
And my veins are filled with bitumen
The money never hurt
Ways of being, somehow impervious to irony The I is seeing
No-longer malleable to chivalry The tyres are singing on the broken bits of bitumen
telling truth if fucking harder than some bitumen
So I step back, make a joke that she laughs at
I love it when she giggles, man i couldnt live without that
an elf
Peace and magic on the shelf
I coexist with all things tragic
I'm a wordsmith
Verbal bismuth, that's my business
Hot as bitumen in the Summer
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