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I want Pussy Riot playing at my church
Playing at my church
Playing at my church
I want Pussy Riot playing at my church
Playing at my church
Playing at my church
I’m gonna ride them all the way
I’m gonna ride them to the stage
I’m gonna set up all their gear, and there’s nothing left to fear
They’ll kick all our asses while they melt the bones of masses
Go!
You think you’ve got it down, boy I think you're fronting
These cold vein punksters'll bring you down on your knees
And when they come here, will you get in their way?
There won’t be any more room to escape
I feel the ground shake
When those rock goddesses blast up to the stage
I feel the earth shake
When they come on up, come on up
Come on up onto the stage
And blow me many worlds away
I want Pussy Riot playing at my church
Playing at my church
Playing at my church
I want Pussy Riot playing at my church
Playing at my church
Playing at my church
I’m gonna ride them all the way
I’m gonna ride them to the stage
I’m gonna set up all their gear, and there’s nothing left to fear
They’ll kick all our asses while they melt the bones of masses
Go!
You think you’ve got it down, girl I think you're fronting
These cold vein punksters'll bring you down on your knees
And when they come here, will you get in their way?
There won’t be any more room to escape
I feel the ground shake
When those rock goddesses blast up to the stage
I feel the earth shake
When they come on up, come on up
Come on up onto the stage
And blow me many worlds away
I want Pussy Riot playing at my church
Playing at my church
Playing at my church
I want Pussy Riot playing at my church
Playing at my church
Playing at my church
I’m gonna ride them all the way
I’m gonna ride them to the stage
I’m gonna ride em 16x
You think you’ve got it down, Ha! I think you're fronting
These cold vein punksters'll bring you down on your knees
And when they come here, will you get in their way?
There won’t be any more room to escape
I feel the ground shake
When those rock goddesses blast up to the stage
I feel the earth shake
When they come un up, come on up
Come on up onto the stage
And blow me many worlds away
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Big Gouda
04:32
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Oh my my
The dairy farm is looking so dry
No cheese near or far
The ground is withered and scarred
I’ve got to find the nearest town
To help me settle or I’ll drown
Up to the dairy store
So I can find some cheese to restore
But what I find is beyond prophetic
She has it in her grasp and it's making me hectic
My heart drops and I fall to my knees
It’s so perfect and it’s making me weep
She’s got the big gouda (Oh oh) x3
Big gouda, hey big gouda, hey big gouda
And all my edams have wilted away
And all my wensleydale has gone down the drain
But she’s moved on to capitalize
The dairy industry with her tycoon mind
Oh my my
I asked her why her cheese did not die
She laughed at me with sass
Her aquifer was filled to the max
The one I had back home
Dried up about a month ago
I came to realize
Her dairy farm industrialized
All I can say is well wishes to her
She’s got an opportunity to prove to the world
That farmers like me don’t belong on this Earth
There’s no point in staying when you’ve got no worth
She’s got the big gouda (Oh oh) x3
Big gouda, hey big gouda, hey big gouda
She’s got the big gouda (Oh oh) x3
Oh oh
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Elf Hel
04:17
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It was the summer of Elf Hel — the people built a mighty tower
Just to see it all fall to pieces in its finest hour
Children, they were laughing, time was flying with the wind
With no idea it was passing
Dying as it lived
It was the summer of Elf Hel
An independent film that was not yet on this plane
dug its claws into our minds; it was begging to be made.
It was bursting with ideas, some in conflict with themselves,
and all of them intelligent — but none involving elves.
Are you finished, are you done? We’ve got to make this date
No time to sit around, so hurry up and wait
Put a smile on your face — it’s all becoming unfurled,
This is just a reflection of a glimpse of the real world.
Slaving for a Friday that was drawing ever near,
for showing off a perfect film to represent a perfect year.
Doing more than enough for it to merit ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ,
piecing everything together, it was falling into place.
But we were lying to ourselves that everything was going fine,
as we couldn’t see the end of our superb assembly line,
but we believed in the words of the one on high,
convincing each other that we could fit through a needle’s eye.
You can stay here for as long as you need
You can sleep for days on end or fly with blinding speed
And we all filed in, and the lights were coming down,
and hundreds held their breath, and we were ready for renown,
and we were unaware of a superlatively small amount
of factors unforeseeable we couldn’t take into account.
Cue the title card, accompanied by high-falutin’ sound,
and it hit us all at once that for a year we saw the bounds
of the projector strip away a single glyph on either side,
causing us to watch in horror as our grand old daydream died.
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Hammer Time
04:55
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Sawin’ down some wood to make a room
You’d think that’d be the peak of my afternoon
I put away my drill and head on home
But nothing seems right when I’m all alone
Guess I’m clocking into another shift
My hands are always achin’, sore, and stiff
I need to satisfy my growing urge
So I can give my life an extra surge
Got my hammer and my saw
Keepin’ both eyes on the wall
Tryin’ to hide what I’m feelin inside
Lest I be judged by all
Brick by brick, nail by nail
Development & scale
My quivering eyes and casual lies that the beams’ll never fail
I’m sick to death of all the work I do
Betterin’ the lives of an elite few
Drunk on my unrivaled expertise
The cops’ll never guess it was a hick like me
Truckin’ on down into the woods
Packin’ up some lumber to give the goods
Smuggle it in, maybe leave out a nail
They’ll never catch me, I shall prevail
Got my crowbar and my axe
And all of us break our backs
Hammerin’ away all night, all day
Just to fill some dirty sacks
Well, how’d you like it if it were you
A month of your life for no quality shoe
Gettin’ paid in rice to be perfectly precise
…… Whoops! Looks like I forgot a screw
Well I guess my shift is done
Did my job (wink wink) for a measly sum
In a week or two, I’ll lay back and turn on the news
They’ll say that it’s a tragedy, I’ll be amused
I’ll walk on by that ruined site
Puddles of bodies I’ll look on with delight
“I’m done with this world,” I’ll say with a scoff
It’s time to retire, it’s time to fuck off
Don’t know where I’m gonna be after shit goes down
Probably fishin’ in an Alaskan town
Kickin’ along, right where I belong
Never to smile or frown
Got my hammer and my saw
Keepin’ both eyes on the wall
Wipin’ my tears, wastin’ my years on a mansion built to fall
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