Lyrics:
the red-beaked reindeer You'll go down in history (Rudolph) (Rudolph) (Rudolph)
the red-beaked reindeer You'll go down in history (Rudolph) (Rudolph) (Rudolph)
the red-beaked reindeer You'll go down in history (Rudolph) (Rudolph) (Rudolph)
shouted out with glee Rudy the Red-Beaked Reindeer You'll go down in history
with glee Rudy the Red-Beaked Reindeer You'll go down in history (Rudolph) (Rudolph) (Rudolph)
with glee Rudy the Red-Beaked Reindeer You'll go down in history (Rudolph) (Rudolph) (Rudolph)
with glee Rudy the Red-Beaked Reindeer You'll go down in history (Rudolph) (Rudolph) (Rudolph)
Come down, another day Morning streaked on a perspex screen The screaming beaked blackbirds peck The wrecked eyes of last week's lies
a living fossil Reptillian? Mammalian He's a bird-beaked, beaver-butt Australian Amphibious? Paradox wearing plaid socks Furry beetle? A bugbear,
a pop eyed big beaked pasty freak Coldly dishing out obit bits The scales of that frigid fish with teeth Flashing briefly There was audacity then Some
eyelids We gotta stop the harm to animals We gotta stop the harm So many factory farms Cows pumped with hormones De-beaked chickens crowded with nowhere
don't care about them now I don't care about them now (I don't care about them now) Cuz' their longed-beaked nose supposed to save 'em (Supposed to save
finally start livin' Go to sleep wake beaked relax and get ready Light another one in the night's beautiful setting Roll over, wake up Roll a joint, bake up
games Held on straps with perfect aim Shit, movement ain't the same You old goofy, you a lame Beaked but clearly wasn't ready Even nike symbol screaming
she's an old fucking bitch She paid in butterscotch and a gummer on my dick She had a bird and it was locked in a cage It beaked at my nuts, yo I've never
and asleep ones, the ravage of the beaked ones Apocalypse when? Yeah here it comes again And we got our pants down, dance now, this the end Chorus
Beaked up to death Tell by the smell of my chemical breath Smoked fags, empty bags Chewing my face reading porno mags Too thin, bad skin, yellow
And I once giggled at her dance At her flailing But now given the chance I would age with grace like hers In paradise With orange beaked flowers She
my war is complete Now replete with the honey I stored in the seat The chief gets his treasure All feathered and beaked Cherokee style, a crow, a Wiley
two-tongued Mess we are as sweet beaked Flower diving green wings Nest behind our ribs High speed red cell road trips Hairs on end like wool knits Call me up
I saw you with your handsome new dude Kissin' and smilin' last night I would rather have poisoned beaked sparrows Pluck out my cryin' eyes One
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