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Flesh odour Mouth covered in red locusts The fresh odour of death Essence was dead potent I tried to grasp for breath But everything left focus I woke up
There’s only one odour that I can tolerate And you know that odour is stinking rich I don’t care how famous I get Imma always have to baff with
As long as they got pretty toes and they ain't got a odour And showed her, how to stack paper to foldin' Colder than eskimo shoulders You strong with it, I
Turning these draw's black that's used to be white And shittin' on these tracks that you gonna need to wipe The odours so contagious that it shows up in
""I cannot breathe in this human cesspool The odour of mass depression Permeates the air with a gluttonous need Brutalised by a mindfucked society
But I know it oh-too-well It is the odour of rebellion It's the bouquet of dissent! And you may bet your britches This headmistress Finds this
drive thru Hello, can I take your order Hay ships all across the sea, them stones around the border People honest they could smell the cocaina odour
with their thick dark warning odour They are invincible They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering Long ago in the Russian hills A Victorian
drive thru Hello, can I take your order Hay ships all across the sea, them stones around the border People honest they could smell the cocaina odour
your the man of your turf But you ain't putting in the work Putting in work like a foot soldier I got the work you can smell the odour Knock em out
odour, lingering, my heart and soul To see the government wrecked And my LPs roll [The government's right and my LPs wrong] These are the words of success,
battered old thing With an odour than threatens your sanity The audience shouts hooray But they're forty feet away! Then you wait for the swell
a lover Gently under your cover Your sheet reeks of odours Oh i came here to hold and be held for a while I've been drifting like a dream out
smells like body odour You won't get nowhere sitting On that bloody sofa Ohh, they don't wanna grind Go get a day job, go bill a line I said ohh, they
old thing With an odour than threatens your sanity The audience shouts hooray But they're forty feet away! Then you wait for the swell of a nautical
Put a tooth in his molar, tell him it's over Murder gives me a boner I'm so fire, solar The pagans stink they carry a odour Blam the young G
Dans les étoiles Dans sa chambre, odour caprisieuse Sur les muirs des images au paralléles Aussi belle que son papa Charlotte avait l'allure Aussi belle
that new spray Febreze 'Cause we use that for stains and odours My new girl, she got an attitude And she wanna know why I ain't chattin' to her 10
a odour Blam the young G and blam the older Go to that country and take it over The world keeps spinning like a revolver Blackjack, I'm the joker Man
with their Thick dark warning odour They are invincible they seem immune to all Our herbicidal battering Long ago in the Russian hills A Victorian
live for no-one This is my damnation I dream of many things The rape of angels Transformation This odour of desire These fumes of funeral fire
Intoxicated by foul body odours And the nauseating tepid whiff Pinching your nostrils as you irrigate flatus From the emaciated stiff Volatile entrails
Not alone Not lonely I?m a cowboy I?m stuck like A cowboy In the big city Björk And he affects me The odour of his skin, oh It works in my
to chop the fetus I intent, hateful am I Vile malodours, rancid odours I perceive I'm getting high Hate and repulsion is that Which strengthens my
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