I told you once, im not telling you again, Secrets are kept by your men, And I told you once, im not telling you again, When we survive, we only pretend
: I told you once, im not telling you again, Secrets are kept by your men, And I told you once, im not telling you again, When we survive, we only pretend
All the while 1-2-3-4 everything is beautiful 5-6-7-8 gotta love to learn to hate A-B-C-D I'm a little old machine L-O-V-Es gonna be the death of me
together, And give the snake-charmer an extra day to track the weather, We should have no problem seein' this through, Even with the machine bein' this
years, where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears, every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet, had to be spit shinned and hidden
Alright i have some more stuff to say. But i have an idea.. its gonna be on the hidden track at the end of the album. WHAT YOUR ALREADY RECORDING! Nouh
On the side of right Drunk on the blood of evil ninja's In a boss fight Boss Fight! Boss Fight! Boss Fight! Boss Fight! I track the evil genius Back into his hidden
(Hidden Bonus track from "The Elephant Riders") I graduated in 1993. I never demonstrated much of my ability. I was a good boy but I was much too smart
(This is a hidden track that can be found on some imports of this album. This is NOT the updated version that can be found on the 'Metal Health' album
Cave and Grooving with a Pict [Distant banter] [l) Baby Lemonade] Please, Please Baby Lemonade [m) Welcome to the Machine] [Jim Roberti / Gary Wehrkamp:] Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
in the sun now That's when the phone rings Friday evening and I'm all alone at home I know my friends are havin fun I'll plan my weekend, damn it, leave the machine
: (This is a hidden track that can be found on some imports of this album. This is NOT the updated version that can be found on the 'Metal Health' album
a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life
savage years, where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears, every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet, had to be spit shinned and hidden
