(One, Two, Three, Four) (One, Two, Three, Four) My mom is better than Your mom and your dad too She knows nutrition well That's why I'm trim & lean Because
He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts on the red wind "In extremis" He who steals pearls from the ashes He who leaps across the precipice "
When life comes down to a sharp point Onto the head of a pin Something relieves the pressure And the cycle begins All the ladies run to the barstools
A carnival for the human race Cotton candy, happy face A child talking with his mouth full Girldriend gets stuffed animal A festive mood is all around
Another summer rolls by And I can't help but feel pain All those familiar faces Come back to haunt me again Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew
All but the truth - forget And from this union cup We will drink wine tonight Qiyamat qiyamat a tawil Qiyamat qiyamat insan al kamel Pride of the peacock
To chi chi koa kohg To chi chi koa kohg Mehnimm mehnimm Manna mayou Mehnimm Mehnimm Manau Manna mayou Manaaauugh... OoooooOOOooooOOOoooooo... Wayaye
Okay, all you pus suckin? motherfuckers out there It's time to win a chance to butt-bang Your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass To caller number 666
Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Egg... La la la la la la la La la la la la la la Boiling hard
Powder grinding mouthful Pull the day from the nocturn Sonmiloquist is the nightmare's song "In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no
Nobler than Oedipus Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end Clairvoyant and toothless I've got a secret Babbling senseless No one will ever
Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way... Pin my ear to the
Drowning in your eyes, the brown pools overflow Immobilize and hypnotize, gimme the chills from below I'm talkin' to myself, thinking that you are here
Ah ha ha Ah yeah Yo what's up? Welcome to Mr. B's new demo Buggin' out homes This is our fourth demo ya'll On the fourth of July Ya'll know four times
There's nothin' that I wouldn't do for you 'Cuz I'm pottie, trained like a great dane Have a nice day Incubus in disguise, Lord of the flies A pile of
Golem II: the self-perfecting Lie-rejecting Human mind correcting Totem of the living Self-organized, wrought from the clay Our king by night, our slave
They're shining searchlights in the sky 'Cause there's a new God in the sign It says their map is not their terrier work And then I broke my telescope
Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can
