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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
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
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
(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
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,
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
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,
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
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
roll down the bitumen 6 In the morning I sow the seed of growth 6 In the morning I sow the seed of growth Take a look around acknowledge That i'm
a friend? Hitchhiker up ahead, a lass in tight shorts Skirting the bitumen, a nice looking sort Thumb up and beckoning, she waits for my truck Eyes bright
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
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