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Gram Rabbit Lyrics Music to Start a Cult to Dirty Horse- Now the Devil said come on and walk with me. I’ll show you some things that you may not ever see. It’s time that I made myself real clear, and if things are cool we’ll stop off and grab a beer. OOhhhh….. Well I never wanted to start any type of fight. I always wanted to make things just real right. But Jesus is mad and he’s blaming it all on me. When the problem is you, it’s very plain to see. OOhhhh….. Now the horse out back has got a dirty mind. And the man on the moon is drinking up all the shine. The witch on the broom is fixing soon to crash. But I’ll be around to pick up all the trash. OOhhhh….. Jesus said, and the Devil said, the angel said, Kyoti said, the White Rabbit said, the Little Yeti said, and we all said, OOhhhh….. Cowboy Up- It’s time to hit the dusty trail. My horse is all tied up at the old corral. The desert sun hung in the desert sky. The smoky cottonwood was dry. Cowboy-up let’s give it up. Cowboy-up let’s give it up. The shadows danced an Apache fire. Smell the ancient blood of the old empire. If there’s no time to grab your gun, hit the dusty trail and run, run, run. Cowboy-up let’s give it up. Cowboy-up let’s give it up. Put on your boots and saddle up; rattle snake stew in your whiskey cup. If you ever wondered how the west was won. Kick up the dust and have some fun. Cowboy-up let’s give it up. Cowboy-up let’s kick shit up. Kill a Man- I see. I kill. I’ll kill a man ‘cause his head is sick. I’ll kill a man just to say I did. I’ll kill a man ‘cause it’s where it’s at. I’ll kill a man no money back. I’ll kill a man ‘cause his back is sore. I’ll kill a man ‘til there’s man no more. I’ll kill a man just wait in line. I’ll kill a man when his back is turned. I’ll kill a man until man has learned. I’ll kill a man and tell man it’s free, got to kill man before it kills me. I see. I kill. Death is so becoming. Death will keep us running. Death will make you happy. Death is really your color; it’s the final hour. Death is so becoming. Pull the plug. Disco #2- How would you like to come undone; sex creatures dancing in the naked sun. The Red Queen laughed with fervor and delight. She stroked my cheek a bit throughout the night. We danced around knocking down the chairs. The looking glass was broken on the stairs, like it always was. The golden crown was placed upon my head. Well this is grand is what the lady said. No one was sure if the crown would stay, but I was sure I was queen for the day, like I always am. Witness- Whatcha gonna do with your life? Whatcha gonna do with yourself? When ya gonna make up your mind? When ya gonna think for yourself? If your gonna wish on a star. Make sure that you leave ‘em your name. If that star don’t send no regards. Then it means you don’t believe. And if I find myself waiting in a field for you, and you don’t come through. What do you think I should do? Wait? I’ve got better things to do. There’s a whole big world waiting for me, it’s all written down in my diary. But you’ll never know ‘cause your not here, and that’s okay. I’ll wait, witness. Wait. Witness. When ya gonna wave your goodbyes? When ya gonna cross your “t’s”? What ‘cha gonna do when you die? Will you still thinking of me? Land of Jail- Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake; to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool. Who always flaunts like he’s hot but acts oh so cool, and he’s not, he’s not. Caged birds and vagabonds walk hand and hand but what goes wrong when the vag wants a cage and the bird wants a trail and the land of the free is the land of jail. Call me on my cell but its long distance call me in hell you can use 10-10-220 and you’ll save a pretty penny. And the bird without a face will find safety in the race to the end of the somewhere rainbow. Why? I hear you come to me. I need you here just come to me. I want you here just come to me. I’m in jail again. Bail me out. Lost in Place- Open your eyes; make me. It’s no surprise; shake me. Why are we here; nowhere? This is my life; I’m scared. Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause your not that far behind. Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause it might not come another time. Taking it slow: too fast. Mystical place: so vast. Don’t make me wait; hurry. Staying up late: early. Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause your not that far behind. Ooohh, feel the rhythm; cause it might not come another time. Devil’s Playground- Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground. Up and down bad and good nobody’s living like the way they should anymore; and I need more. Up and down bad and good nobody’s living like the way they should anymore. There’s got to be more. Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground. Lend me a helping hand cause I’ve been treating your heaven like a one night stand I’ve got to pray more. I’ve got to pray more. Lend me a helping hand cause I’ve been treating your heaven like a one night stand I’ve got to pray more. I’ve got to say more. Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground. There’s some men that are starting a war and I feel like we’re knocking on heaven’s door you better let me in; I want to get in. There’s some men that are starting a war and I feel like we’re knocking on heaven’s door you better let me in; I want to get in. Oh lord, it’s so hard, it’s so hard when you’re living in the devil’s playground. Where the devils play. Cowboys & Aliens- Cowboys and aliens travel through time the wild, wild, west magic saucer ride. Round-up, lasso, beam or probe, the eyeless leader is wearing a robe. Home on the range or outer space everyone’s breeding for the master race. Lick-it-y banana spits getty-up, prehistoric land of the u.f.o. Sergeant Martian pepper machine, miracle on 34 galaxies. It’s time for the dirty horse to take a bath; I’m making some wine from the grapes of wrath. Cowboys and aliens midget porn; vegetable or animal candy corn; Belgium girls with scientific names playing their sexy reindeer games. Milky Way’s not just a candy bar, any, any, anymore. London bridge is falling down, space invaders in every town. You better watch out cause gonna fall off the humpty dumpty wall. It’s time for the dirty horse to take a bath; I’m making some wine from the grapes of wrath. Do you wanna play? Do you wanna stay? Do you wanna play? We are. New Energy- I’m tired my hands are tied. Hardwired my brains are fried. I lost myself behind what’s real. But I found myself and now I feel new energy invade my mind; new energy I spend my time, high. Been hiding what’s mine to share; lost sight of things while you weren’t there. I handed out my soul to kill; but I’m taking it back cause now I feel new energy invade my mind; new energy I spend my time, high. I’m painting pictures never seen before. Finding answers behind every door. Their taking numbers but it can’t be me; cause now I feel the energy. Right now I feel the fucking energy.
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