Lyrics:
From Southwest Detroit deep within some island's industrial
Waste depositories it's Shaggy Time!
Hey! How ya doin' down there? I've got mice
much more that he can take
Many miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
When she's got to say goodbye
After staying out late on a weeknight
And I walk on the side of the road
Under industrial lights
It can be such
So many spinny-eyed t.v. junkies
Incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery
Preemptively pacified with history book history
moon
This industrial city
Is heartland even though
Life's been not that pretty
I still keep coming here
To that old river
To find my roots just
north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone
This turnpike sure
the industrial waste zone
Wait a minute y'all hold up
Is that the same bitch I was with she looks toe-up
Holy fuck nothings in place that ain't a girl at all
Thank god I ain't dead yet
My dick is crispy but my drawers are wet somehow
There she is on the same payphone
Near Zug Island in the industrial waste
his age
He had nothing to show but his age
So he headed out for the California shore
There things were just as bad
So he joined the Industrial
to industrial rules
We'll wake up in the wreckage of tomorrow
Now
Nothing's left, nothing's found, there must be some common ground
Nothing's left,
(I think I cut myself)
Wanda met Duane in a local bar
Next to an industrial park
Duane didn't like the clothes that she wore
But she felt so good
Outrage gonna make
Secret, drunk, brutal, dirty, and rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities, grandmas'
My long hair it blows, in the industrial breeze.
My fingernails grow, down to my knees.
The light that's beside me, is just laves of beans.
All
of the past, too many possible causes
Too little significance for our modern thinking public
Besides industrial manufacturing is at an all time low anyways
Who
on missing the fun
Didn't or did ya, ambition eventually leads to executive breakdown
Rave party sequel, hop on a bus magic trip to industrial building
So hang
Causas y dolores
Puesta la mitad del siglo XVIII comienza en Inglaterra la revolución industrial
a causa de ello, se necesitan abrir nuevos mercados.
The weatherman says "fair"
But he looks like a lie
Nothing's free in this country
And there's no place to hide, no more
Industrial wind
It blows from
we're coming from
It's industrial, work it underground
Get down, get down, get down
Underground, underground
Everything's happy underground
years in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park
Then hospital maintenance and tech school just to memorize Frigidaire parts
But I got
And the shacks could never find me,
Next morning I was miles away
From the job I left behind me.
I ran across a bunch of stiffs
Who were known as Industrial
I was dancing in the lesbian bar
In the industrial zone.
I was dancing with my friends
And dancing alone.
Well the first bar things were alright
we're coming from
It's industrial, work it underground
Get down, get down, get down
Underground, underground
Everything's happy underground
All life we work but work is bore,
If life's for livin' what's livin' for?
She lives in a house that's near decay,
Built for the industrial
conceding
Tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding
Watson, it's really elementary
The industrial revolution
Has flipped the bitch
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