Motherfucker, I see through your death rays
And you can't brainwash
Baby, baby let it flow child.
It's the tingly, brilliant sensation
Howdy, son--you can't fuck with me,
I'm untouchable, dig?
Black gold pumpin'
[no lyrics]
Pieces pierce the flesh, another drops to the floor
Trembling words
Oh my God, Pennsylvania's an inferno!
Watch it fall down to
Oh, see us withering away?
Breaking apart at the seams...
The Great
Lap it up, strap it on!
Run it in, Does it
[written by Phillip Price, for Penny (1987-1999)]
Today, they buried a good man.
It got me to thinking
Wring it out,
Soak it in.
Scream & shout:
Silver Pilgrim!
This is void
A live resistance
through existence
Alright, Tonight!
Drinking it from the vine
The Cosmic Gypsy smiles
As we're puttin' on the miles.
But the
Baby, baby let it flow child.
It's the tingly, brilliant sensation
Brothers sound asleep, children!
Wake up, wake up!
This is an alarm!
Blindfolded
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