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Альбом Pigface


Fook (1992)
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(clueless here, if anybody knows these unintelligible german growlings and
snarlings, please let me know)

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I have your see-eye have here is my hand
As blue and cold as ?
?
Go for a pound
Ten ground and down

When the morning after coughs a crippled mile
Curse the morning after, Tuesday's child
Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand
Engage report pending, promised land

Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade
One down, I say two
I close ?
Go for a pound
Ten ground and down

Careful when your skin returns to dirt and gold
Foreign bastards, dress the centerfold
Million drool and madness, seem to start the race
Tuesday's child removes her guilty face

I'm not going to take this shit anymore
I won't have it in my house
You see, I've seen it all before
Ten down and hundreds more

Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime
Silence and sedation undermined
Fake the bastard's outcry, nail it to his chest
Bone and skin descending, burns the best

I'm not gonna have this anymore
You see I've heard it all before
I won't be beaten to the ground
Ten down and then ten more

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Seven words and just one riff!
(Repeat)
?It's the only one we've got, we know it's hot?
Seven words and just one riff

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really real crouches in decending patterns
really real crouches in decending patterns
light brigade fractures pain and pleasure
left and right crosses the street of friction
kill the lights and forget about the traffic changes
walk sign left behind dicided not to follow
braille speechless find it out again
alleviate tradition just to piss in someone face
regressive the lights on to see
on sunlight make myopic glasses on the eyes
crucify the vision impaired
on the images retarded
insemination
all the rituals gone bad
look inside the pocket for money worth used
instead of arms immobilized
killed written words dangerous hallucination
forget distrust the man who lives with it
the man who lives with it
crack kicking bones it burns rises from its earthly bounds
no lease on love to please on again to recipe
dysfunction a cure for all reorganize another fall
failing to see the sick and agony disturbed motion
electric waving
motion red the bed sheet heaving rip
the womb of bullshit a child died anyway.

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Hips
Tits
Lips
Power!

I didn't want a bull in China
I didn't want to fall in love
Let me give you broken pieces
Hand in gloves

I want to give you it now
I want to give you some broken pieces
Wanna give you it now
Hand in glove

I want to give you it now
Uh uh uh uh broken pieces
Wanna give you it now
Valentine...
Twisted, tied
Seeded valentine
Twisted, broken pieces
Twisted valentine

Power
I need it every hour

Valentine
Heart in mouth

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White lightning man
Kill the night
Bring the light for those who need to hide
When you're glowing known he stills the cold
In psychic heat begin to fall apart
Commit some social suicide
You can run but never hide away
Kill the night!

Arrogant boy, reduced to tears
Cross-sect the stratosphere
Kill the night!

Consciousness, unconsciousness
Does this relieve the knotted breast?
Bring the night!
Satellite!
Kill the night!

Sshh, you'll kill the night, hide the light

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I love the way you touch my balls
My balls are stars and even mine
I'm satisfied to be a star
My balls are stars and even mine

I wonder why it's the way it is
Why'd men always get these kind of things (undecipherable)
I wonder why it's the way it is
Why'd men always get these kind of things (undecipherable)

I love the way you touch my balls
My balls are stars and even mine
I'm satisfied to be a star
My balls are stars and even mine

I wonder why it's the way it is
Why'd men always get these kind of things (undecipherable)
I wonder why it's the way it is
Why'd men always get these kind of things (undecipherable)

Why'd men always get these kind of things?

I'm still alive

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Here they come, in pursuit of speed
calling "danger, desire, greed"
Dogmatic mechanic and his loose-lipped whore
Squeezing their drinks for a little bit more
Bet your mother wouldn't like it.
Mother wouldn't like it
Just like a wet 13
Duke does 'em out cause everyone know it
Viscious satin say
Here she comes, sagging under her load
TWo fancy babies like the hip-it's of God
She's gonna fight in the people's key
Move on over and give me some heat
You know your mother wouldn't like it.
Here they come, so hot their blood starts to boil
Getting hot from the rubber and oil
They come to stay for the chick and flag
Bet out revolver for an auto hag
You know your mother wouldn't like it.

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GO! Indiscriminate pain
GO! No feeling
GO! Time crawls away
GO! Wait up on the man

GO! (undecipherable german snarls) X4

GO! To tally a jay line
GO! Discerning altar
GO! Left foot right foot
GO! Fleecing the lamb

(more undecipherable german growling)

GO! Crying for deception
GO! Obeying order
GO! Inducing a fear
GO! The unknown

GO! Indiscriminate pain
GO! No feeling
GO! Time crawls away
GO! Wait up on the man

GO! Christ is a monster
GO! Religion's insane
GO! Immoral and walking
GO! Destroying the brain

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Take a look outside, because I'm walking on glass
Thin ice in the future, or a voice from the past
Forsaken dreams decaying in the four-way zone
Better look outside, because I'm coming alone
Better look outside, because I'm coming alone

How many nights before I sang an innocent song
Rejoicing in my ignorance, I could do no wrong
Take a look outside for the first time afraid
A tiny glass was shattered where one time we laid
A tiny glass was shattered where one time we laid

I can do no wrong!

So I trapped my emptiness between lie after lie
Poured myself another and started to cry
Shame on you for weakness, go back where you belong
Poured myself another, I could do no wrong

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