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Hair, hair.
04:20
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Hair is heir.
Hair is heir.
Everywhere.
Heir is heir.
I am hair.
Fair beware.
Hear my prayer.
Hair is heir.
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Make America Ape Again
05:18
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What is it in your metal gardens,
not worth your rolling in the mud?
Have you forgotten natures pardons?
Or is there poison in your blood?
Now, can you follow without hunting?
Can you posses what you don't own?
Or has your shedding been your stunting
there in your garden all alone?
It's not enough!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
I want it! Gotta have it!
Can not do without! Oh!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
When you've forgotten your steel fountains,
you will be perfect and pristine.
Come let your hair down in the mountains,
and let the forest make you clean.
It's not enough!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
Gimme dirt! Gimme dirt!
I need it! Gotta have it!
Can not do without! Oh!
Gimme dirt, gimme dirt!
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3. |
Son of the Skies
16:26
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Open your eyes, Son of the Skies,
Are you alive? AH!
Up in your stye,
unsatisfied,
breeding a lie. AH!
Breed, breed, breed. Ah! (x2)
Acid seed! Acid seed! Acid seed! Ah Ah Ah! (x2)
Late in the night, fever and fright
crawl deep inside! Ah!!
Breed, breed, breed Ah! (x2)
Acid Seed! Acid Seed! Acid Seed! Ah Ah AH! (x2)
You can go, you can go,
anywhere that you please.
Another road, another road,
for your metal stampede.
But you know, you know,
there is always more need.
So you sow, so you sow,
more of your acid seed!
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The May Company Los Angeles, California
garage punk religiosity
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