Lyrics:
Like my man jack sprat to do down forever it's wetter. Titillate the flow. Can't say it any better. Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. It's time to find the kind titillate the flow.
Sex, death sex death sex death When I go to the show all I see on the screen is a stream of pure vulgarity I wrote down a note, I complained for a day to the House of Representatives They laughed in my face, they said "Son, you're a one-in-a-million minority" The name of the game is to titillate the brain, stimulate the immorality I was so offended as I sat for three hours It was mental cruelty, I was so shocked Just a little more flesh Just a little more blood Little closer to the edge A little deeper in the mud I'll never be the same Sex, death and money, sonny, makes this wicked world go round Sex, death and money, it's the Gospel here in Dragontown Sex, death and money, honey, grease the wheels and make them fly Sex, death and money, sonny, that is why we all are gonna fry Stuck my nose in the door, ended up on the floor in the middle of an nudie show She danced on my lap, acoupla hundred dollars later I was up on a morals rap I was so offended as I sat for three hours It was mental cruelty, I was so shocked Just a little more flesh Just a little more blood Little closer to the edge A little deeper in the mud I'll never be the same Sex, death and money, sonny, grease the wheels and make them fly Sex, death and money, that is why we all are gonna..
Like my man jack sprat to do down forever it's wetter. Titillate the flow. Can't say it any better. Swimmin' and hummin' with a body and soul. It's time to find the kind titillate the flow.
You need another element, you need it right away What should I do, what should I do? An element to titillate so they won't go away I thought of you and how you blew 'til you were blue And how you blew 'til you were blue And how you blew 'til you were blue Throw in some Gratuitous sax
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Do you like the way I talk to you? Do I titillate your mind? Gotta say I like your attitude And I'd love to make you mine But I gotta know Do you really like me?
Stay up reading Mary Poppins Overwhelmed by Netflix options Boy found brains he never knew he had Meet me there in London Canyon Fuel up, bitch, there's no more slackin' Moses looks upon the promised land I'm so high on cookies it's insane Too many thoughts in my head, now I can't get out of my brain Think I've been running in circles Feel like I'm going insane I had a fucking night and my brain needs a break I had a fucking night and my brain needs a break 'Cause there's too many thoughts in my head, now I can't get out of my brain Tried to get my thoughts on paper Comb my hair like I'm a gangster Gotta do the dog and pony show Algorithms sure ain't helping Prefrontal cortex is melting I'm going where the weather suits my clothes I'm so high on Chopra it's insane Too many thoughts in my head, now I can't get out of my brain Think I've been running in circles Feel like I'm going insane I had a fucking night and my brain needs a break I had a fucking night and my brain needs a break 'Cause there's too many thoughts in my head, now I can't get out of my brain I never wanted to be lonely I never thought that life would turn out like this I never thought that I'd feel empty I'm really tired of this Lawrence Welk shit Too many thoughts in my head, now I can't get out of my brain Think I've been running in circles Feel like I'm going insane (it feels like I'm going insane) Nothing can titillate me Dried up like a dead battery Throw me upon the heap Gonna be reused but it won't be me Can't seem to get connected (too many thoughts in my head, now) What was the name of the network?
Why, Why, Why is a word that I detest Why, Why, Why must I get it off my chest Someone always wants to investigate I know what they’re looking for I could tell some tales that could titillate But then they want more and more Why, Why, Why is a word that I depise Why, Why, Why can’t you open up your eyes Someone always asks what it’s all about They’ve been doing that for years Worry is a wait that we haul about Until it all ends in tears Why, Why, Why do we survive What can we be going to Why, Why, if we don’t arrive Can’t we share a drink or two Why, Why, Why are we alive What with what we’re going through Why, Why, if we have to die Can’t we share a joke or two Why, Why, Why is a word that makes me mad Why, Why, Why is a word I think is bad Don’t need to be told why you like a thing Don’t need to be told what’s fun You’ll be growing old living like a king If you just love someone Why, Why, Why must we work until we drop Why, Why, Why must we fight to reach the top Doing all that you’re obligated to Dreaming you can be up there What if you get there, and you hate the view And then you find no one cares
Right, right, right You could drive a person crazy You could drive a person mad First you make a person hazy So a person could be had Then you leave a person dangling sadly Outside your door Which it only makes a person gladly Want you even more I could understand a person If he said to go away I could understand a person If he happened to be gay But worse than that A person that titillates a person And then leaves her flat Is crazy He's a troubled person He's a truly crazy person himself When a person's personality is personable He shouldn't oughta sit like a lump It's harder than a matador coercin' a bull To try to get you offa your rump So single and attentive and attractive a man Is all that a person could wish But turning off a person is the act of a man Who likes to pull the hooks outta fish (ALL THREE) Knock knock Is anybody there?
Titillate me, you want this job Put it on, now, to take it off Free, it sells and, look, I'm taking One more time, I scroll back and Titillate me, you want this job Put it on, now, to take it off Free, it sells and, look, I'm taking One more time, I scroll back and Safe in my eyes Look at that smile Educate me, you want this job Put it on, now, to take it off Free, it sells and, look, I'm taking One more time, I scroll back and Titillate me, you want this job Put it on, now, to take it off One more eff me look, I'll make it Free to me, I scroll back and See what I see Look you're smiling Barely hiding Sad, alone, you're barely hiding Safe in my eyes, look, you're smiling I can't free you, that's for you to wake and leave and Run for miles and miles and miles and miles Away from Mister Ick, why, yes, that's me Titillate me, you want this job Put it on, now, to take it off Free, it sells and, look, I'm taking Free to me, I scroll back Safe in my eyes Look at that smile Barely hiding See?
Can't believe what I just read, gossip on the Internet Now the tabloids have the news Cross my heart, it just ain't true I never thought it of you Name, names and every line Is feeding their suspicious minds I'm not bitter or angry, I'm only feeling sympathy You really found the time To feed the reporter with your views See the reporter, break the news Read the reporter, join the queue Spread the news, scandalize Words cut like a thousand knives Take the cash, bag the prize For playing games with other people's lives See the reporter, break the news Read the reporter, join the queue Eat it up, take a bite, feed the reader's appetite They'll swallow anything you write As long as it's in black and white And full of titillation I can't believe what I just read Excuse me, I just vomited Tell your story, it's your call So autobiographical but oh, so trivial Feed the reporter They put it on the Internet To help improve the circulation They'll pepper it with lies It's only other people's lives Feed the reporter Read the reporter Politicians dressed in drag Careers stopped with a quick back stab While anonymous informer flees And leaves us with our fantasy and erotic visions Who did what, when, to whom In the dominatrix room? Tabloids daily titillate Each sordid tale reverberates All across the nation (What can I say?) Feed the reporter (It's a vendetta) Read the reporter ([Incomprehensible]) A rumor then a vicious phrase A poison pen can wreck your day And weather words that crucify As tabloid judges sharpen up their knives Read the reporter, black and white See the reporter victimize See a poor sucker crucified To stop the truth, to tell your lies Betray your friends and get the prize The dagger's in, now twist the knife The gutter's full of other people's lives
He needs to be told I can see his languish soul It's taking it's toll His mere few years have felt like too long He's had enough of the breath in his lungs And he's dwelling on the previous And his pain it becomes so serious The disposition of hate begins to titillate There's blood on the blade
And I still think of All these times where it would get So greater that I could never Ever go and fret I got a sangfroid diamond on top my neck I got moments and times I would regret I felt glozed over before your frozen And can't expound on life? But I'm integral and titillate In awe of an ablegate? And blunder moments never Make me feel down
They come in legions on the north wind's swell, With obscene clutch that titillates and stings, Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well.
I'm not your fucking mother, I'm not your fucking whore I'm not your baby sister or the girl next door You can roll your eyes to heaven for a virgin to adore But there's someone right beside you who could ask for more But you eye each other up for a fight or a fuck I'm not a fucking image, created by your stare It's no good looking up to me to tell you what to wear I've got no fucking answers, and I don't fucking care But I do hear you asking and I do believe you care As you eye each other up for a fight or a fuck Your sexual experience is limited The condition you are in is inhibited Don't you think it's all in your control Do you know what you want Or do you do what you're told? I'm not a pretty package to titillate your prick Stuff the revolution, boys,if your insults make me sick You've had your final warning cos we've all run out of time Better get a lead-lined jockstrap of the very best design As you eye each other up For a fight or a fuck Your penis is your burden, your torment and your shame I'm not another wanking pot to feed your bigboy game You've had your final warning cos we've all run out of time Better get a lead-lined jockstrap of the very best design As you eye each other up For a fight or a fuck Your sexual experience is limited The condition you are in is inhibited Don't you think it's all in your control Do you know what you want Or do you do what you're told?
I could understand a person If he meant as a gag. But worse 'n that, A person that Titillates a person and then leaves her flat Is crazy, He's a troubled person, He's a truly crazy person himself.
Out of what Crypt they call I cannot tell They come in Legions on the North winds swell Black Borne and Slender membranous wings, rubbery things With obscene clutch that titillates and stings Suddenly Darkness arises inside my dreams Fading into the depths of ethereal numbing sleep In darker dreams I hear the Storm´s wild tune As Night grows deep under a Funeral Moon I watch the fire, flames growing higher My musing drapes stir the black heaven No Star its Cloud escapes The Terror of the distant Sea Ghost desolate houses of fear I fled once from my great enemy Speechless Misery Awaken!
Between the beginning and end of Crazy B, the listener hears numerous transformations, but is not aware of it, as if going through several decompression chambers to reach a final situation unattainable at the outset. I wanted to titillate listeners, but not to violate them. So I progressed from one stage to another as in a sort of sound morphing effect.
Ik kom Ik kom hier eigenlijk voor het boek I could understand a person If he's not a person's bag I could understand a person If he meant it as a gag But worse then that A person that Titillates a person and then leaves him flat Is crazy He's a troubled person He's a truly crazy person himself
The change, you can keep it He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage If you knew him better he'd ask for some time 'cause he's looking for a reservoire to empty his mind And there's only so much he can put in a song Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong (Hook 2X) And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you And this house has gotta lotta walls But only very few mean anything to you No shop value to titillate Far from shallow, so get it straight Blacktop, sidewalk,and the street 'cause life is priceless and talk is cheap And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room Following a tune, born to consume Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use Finally realizing that humility is a bruise Scared love don't make none If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones Watching this man, falling off of his plan- Underachievin' just so he can understand.
You a video girl (You must be kidding me girl) You a video girl (You must be kidding me girl) Video girl create your own world The only one in existence is you No one's resistant to you You and only you and you Seem like a dream on the screen Tantalize and titillate Video girl of the world She was slightly dressed Out to impress, ready to party Gettin casted for tha club scenes dyin to shake her body To get on tha set She compromised for tha dollas Dancin freaky with tha rappers obsessed with poppin collers Bought some hair and nails Found some dudes that rap While she's rockin tha tiny shorts and tha shirt from baby gap Misinformed adolescent She was teenage old Never told of her inner goal When she was wrongfully clothed Just a jewel that got appraised by unqualified guys They lied, shotload, don't kno her worth in God's eyes Fellas after tha flesh, they ain't goin' see wat I'm gettin 'Cause they measure every girl by these video women I'm sick of all they constant bouncin then they say We disrespectful 'cause we crave em with our instant Pouncin the money drive em to mishaps and under They thongs lie decay and collapse no morals perhaps The scenery's pretty the suns shining it's nice out A pretty girl freakin on a pimp who'd knock her lights out Gangsta with gold fronts and the girl he's advancin on Would rather run him over with the truck she's dancing on And he'd be hurt up pretty badly I must say word up It ain't over bone is third up Don't debate it I know they hate being affiliated To this world they created with facades that leave you devastated The glamorous life price for your souls rest Simple mentality in a world complex Star studded reality 5 minutes or less Broken dreams and ambitions lost with respect She was an innocent queen with rubber bands and berets Young diva runnin things commanding every step Then the pace picked up and she learned to be fast Short skirt tight clothes good spirit turned bad Hollywood caught a glimpse of your beauty untamed At the cost you played whatever price you paid Through away your identity even changed your name In your world of fame child you need to be shamed In tha world of fame
Words like the pocketbook bag of my heart People are always searching for the truth, for the most part Yeah, m-m-m-m, they search those pocketbooks and wallets But let me tell you what titillates people's palates It's money Money, money, money. And not just any kind of money Hard earned money, dirty money Money made from the blood of the hands Trying to fix something that is made to break Sweat from the brow Creased in confusion.
When I was young I saw people helping people all the time Because you were people helping people in your prime I thought that people loving people were the norm Because you were people loving people before the long dark storm But now you're selfish and mean, your eyes glued to a screen And what titillates you is depraved and obscene And I know that it's dangerous to judge But man you gotta find the truth And when you find that truth don't budge Until the truth you found begins to change And it does, I know, I know And when you love the truth enough you start to tell it all the time And when it gets you into trouble you discover you don't mind 'Cause if good is finally gonna trump Then man you gotta take stock and you gotta take your lumps Or else they trickle down into someone else's cup below You know I wanna know who are these people blaming their sins on the fall And who are these people Well if I'm honest with myself at all these are my people Man what else can I say You are my people We're the same in so many ways But then your eyes turned green and you broke the machine That when handed to you was still kinda functioning And I know that it's dangerous to judge But man you gotta find the truth And when you find that truth don't budge Until the truth you found begins to change And it does, I know, I know When you love the truth enough you start to tell it all the time When it gets you into trouble you discover you don't mind 'Cause if good is finally gonna trump Then man you gotta take stock and you gotta take your lumps Or else they trickle down into someone else's cup below You know
Late hour, blurred eyes and tired limbs Currently only one desire I want to glimpse Starting an adventure to discover what I need My inner functions hope that in the end I will succeed I will prevail No emerging obstacles will impede No option to fail My iron will excels my instinct My time is running away Any good sense tries to inveigh So I can no longer delay For in the end I can say There was no other way Hey Ho, I want it now The fine filled bread with a white sauce as head Hey Ho, I crave it now Some lovely crusty meat and some green as a treat Hey Ho, I taste it now The juiciness followed by spiciness Hey Ho, I have it now Defeated my hunger to make me stronger Hurry up make it and try not to be lazy Cuz I'm waiting all day to get something tasty Eaten fresh taste absolutely amazing Gathered in hands will give this day a great ending Pure love, overwhelmed and fully engaged Nothing that could ever make me more amazed Take me back to my comfortable state Just wanted to titillate my palate I fell for my gourmet All good sense failed to inveigh Seems I can no longer obey For in the end I can say There was no other way Hey Ho, I want it now The fine filled bread with a white sauce as head Hey Ho, I crave it now Some lovely crusty meat and some green as a treat Hey Ho, I taste it now The juiciness followed by spiciness Hey Ho, I have it now Defeated my hunger to make me stronger
See anything you like? Do I happen to amuse you so far? Titillate you a bit? Or Maybe more than just a bit? No? Geez Whatever I don't, I don't (I don't) I don't really care anyway I just found out that they lied to me I keep runnin' chasin' what?
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