Spitting Devil
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Graham Repulski
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released 01 December 2013
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- Track Name: Annie Waits
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Annie Waits, forever
"Faster man", they say, they say
Annie shits and severs traces of today
Today
The terror and the grief
The souls of the obscene
Sent screaming from the lonely dreams we dream
- Track Name: Texas Stampede
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Write an original song
Feed me tomorrow
It's always up to you
Come and collect for the sot
Kicking and Screaming
It's always overdue
I have been expected
In a mess with Texas
Into the wreck collection now
Into the Planet of Sound
Slumping on rockers
A hard one for The Flame
Fall Out with Foxes
Exeunt
Upset the balance and puke
It's such a pain
I have been expected
In a mess with Texas
Into the wreck collection now
Write an original song
Feed me tomorrow
It's always up to you
- Track Name: Mr. Un
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Hey, come on, Mr. Un
Reptile pop scum
Officially ripped
And busting love
Hey, come on, Mr. Un
American black lung
Commissioning freaks
Inside the club
Hey, come on, Mr. Un
Reptile pop scum
Officially ripped
And busting love
Hey, come on, Mr. Un
He's gone up against the gun
Officially ripped
And busting love
- Track Name: Lesbian Teen Fiction
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If no one came
I know the god forsaken game
I know my name is not the same when I am obvious
I won't collapse
On second guess:
I want this to explode around me now
And what was evident to us?
And what was crushed?
If no one shows
Then no one's happier than I
- Track Name: Cartoon Meltdown
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I want to cling to my tenuous hopes
I want to send them off, limping and broke
Diseased and rejected as jokes
Had my way, now tongues are tied
Too late for shucks and jives
And in the prayers of degenerate monks
Images, twisted and raped like the dreams of the drunk
Had my way, now tongues are tied
Too late for shucks and jives