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Séance
00:18
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[Intro]
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It must be murder, it can't be real,
In the morgue, his body's been sealed,
He must be off in Neverland,
Couldn't have been robbed away by death's hand,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
He loved everyone, how could it be,
Peter Pan loved the drugs, you see,
It wasn't murder, make no mistake,
Peter Pan made his own fate,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
A poor black boy passed rich and white,
But to degrade him, we have no right,
Because even when you've fucked with little kids,
You kick the bucket and the world forgets,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
Peter Pan was a pill popper,
And now he's dead...
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Grey Matter
01:40
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They traveled here from outer space
Just to visit the human race
We greeted them with such disgrace
Now they try to hug our face
Why not share technology?
Maybe have a cup of tea
Just because they look scary,
Doesn't mean threat to me.
Grey matter,
Visitors from saturn
They just want to be our friends
What could be sadder?
What'd they ever do to you?
You don't have a fucking clue
They just want to play with you,
What'd you have to go and do?
Your accusations became true,
Probes for me, Probes for you
Don't know them like you think you do
They just wanted to play with you!
Grey matter,
Visitors from saturn,
They just want to be our friends,
What could be sadder?
From outer space they come to play,
Taking all your cows away
From outer space they've come to stay
Making sure that you all pay.
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Abuse
01:11
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Abuse me, I want to die,
I wanna bleed, don't ask why,
I want to be your nothing,
And I want you to show me something,
Die, I want you to kill me,
Die, show me what it's like to,
Die,
Die...
I don't care about copulation,
I want physical manipulation,
I want blood running down my face,
Take me to that dreaded place,
Die, I want you to kill me,
Die, show me what it's like to,
Die,
Die...
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Job, Inc.
01:57
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I get to wake up every fucking morning and put on this stupid shit that smells like (insert restaurant name here) and get in my beat down little car and drive to an establishment that doesn't realize I exist. I laugh off my shitty fucking day by convincing myself that I like my job and I love working! But in the end, what the fuck do I amount to?
Job Incorporated!
Job Incorporated!
Corporate slavery,
Fun for the whole family!
I walk into work feeling all sunshine lollipops when I remember that everyone else has made a determined effort not to make any effort at all and realize that I, the minimum wage employee, must work to cover their slack. As I scrub toilets I think back to my parents words, 'get a job!' Man, do I feel like a real winner now.
Job Incorporated!
Job Incorporated!
Corporate slavery,
Fun for the whole family!
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