1. |
Money $hot
03:22
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Welcome to the game
Are you ready to play
Just don't give yourself away
Into the lair, enter if you dare, 'coz nobody's gonna play fair
We're members of the bored
Been bought and sold and whored
Now we'll never stop, make our way to the top, we can blow blow blow blow blow until it all goes pop
Hey you
Show me show me the money
Hey you
Show me the money shot
You got your little throne
Now get a backbone
I got your headstone
It says you sold your soul, your goals all your holes and you're never gonna get them back
Bent over for the gods
Still treated like a dog
You think it's outrageous, but it's contagious, so Ignatius, I'll never be your bow-wow-wow-wow-wow….
Hey you
Show me show me the money
Hey you
Show me the money shot
Show me show me
Show me the money
Show me the money shot
If you got no money
You get no honey
Because nothing's ever free
Not even your broken dreams
Hanging for all to see
But don't throw that shit at me
Show me show me
Show me the money
Show me the money shot
Hey you
Show me show me the money
Hey you
Show me the money shot
Hey you
Show me show me the money
Hey you
Show me the money shot
And now you're all spent….
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2. |
No Money Back Guarantee
02:56
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Welcome to your
Brand new never-never land
Filled with so much
Of everything you’ve never had
We’ll make you
The very best that you can be
Offer you more
Everything you’ll never need
There’s a long way to go for evolution
Once in a lifetime offer
With a thousand year warrantee
We know you will love it
Satisfaction guaranteed
A never ending sale
Buy one get one free
You just can’t miss out
Gimme gimme gimme gimme...........
There’s a long way to go for evolution
We’re such a long long way from the revolution
Did not read the contract
What d’ya mean there’s a catch?
It’s not what I asked for
Give me my money back………………….
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3. |
Brown Tongue
02:07
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It's all good, it's all fine
With their finger in the borderline
They stick it in, so deep
With you on your na..na..na..na..knees
There's nothing you would not say
As long as long as you get your way
Out it goes, so long
Your b..b..b..b..b..b...brown tongue
Hey, how does it taste?
When you lick it up, lick it up
Lick it nice and clean with your
b..b..b..b..b..b...brown tongue
If you don't like, the master plan
Hold your tongue, hold your tongue little man
Now stick it out, a long way
Is it such a na..na..na..na..nice taste
Looking up, above
Licky love Licky love Licky love
Now play, that sweet trombone
Hey, how does it taste?
When you lick it up, lick it up
Lick it nice and clean with your
b..b..b..b..b..b...brown tongue
Hey, how does it taste?
When you lick it up, lick it up
Lick it nice and clean with your
b..b..b..b..b..b...brown tongue
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4. |
El Buen Diablo
03:42
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Hey mamacita por qué, estas tan asustada de mí
Qué crees que voy a hacerte, que no hayas hecho antes?
Te voy a dar todo lo que quieras, todo eso que no se compra
El buen Diablo va a cuidar de ti
Hey mamacita dime, todos tus deseos
Es seguro conmigo yo no le diré a nadie
Voy a hacer todos tus sueños verdad
Llevarte donde nunca has estado
El buen Diablo va a cuidar de ti
Soy un buen Diablo
Así mamacita, quieres unirte a mí
Para una mejor, más amor, más que todo
Soy el buen Diablo sólo para ti
El Diablo que curará el dolor
Toda tu odio y tu pena
El buen Diablo va a cuidar
El buen Diablo va a cuidar de ti
Soy un buen Diablito
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5. |
Anjing Gila
04:39
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Kencing, kencing
Di mana saja
Kencing, kencing
Kapan saja
Tidur, tidur
Di jalan
Tidur, tidur
Sampai tiba mobil
Duduk-duduk
Ngak ngapa ngapa in
Lari-lari
Sebelum menjadi makan malam
ANJING GILA
ANJING GILA
ANJING GILA
ANJING GILA
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Tarzan Grip Berlin, Germany
El Deiss - Drums
Dom Jones - Guitar & Vox
Philipp Löwenstein - Bass &
Vox
The Tarzan Grip sound is ostensibly a bastard love/hate child as the consequence of a nefarious orgy between the likes of Husker Du, The Stooges, Clutch, Radiohead, Pixies, Swervedriver, The Hives, Radio Birdman and Neko Case.
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