Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil art
Pardon, had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all over the village the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with billy-goat whiskers
He roasted sea-salt in the blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to it back
With that invention incubated to have some ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of details
And lot of crews taper out
A mayor souse, who ?? happy shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, forever
Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and
With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early
But no hostages, no
Out the corporate constant sprockets
Now clocked-off
Running from a rabid ring-wraith basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first
Some toddlers smuggled guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer

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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to it to the next next
counties making you upset-set

Magazine check
Paper route check
is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and
Polka-dotted landscapes, did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got
Diaper snipers clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a mid-life crisis when ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck is than your pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and god will forgive you
Just show the saints at Heaven's you should be on the list
"I heard he manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle mom bought
Somewhere they dry bones and cool water and ease medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but to exploit no-brainers
Teenager passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
tadpoles that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne scraps to hassle captains
By the itchy of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
maybe, you think?
Chopped and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal gives them leverage
Cut with mortars while I mumble
in the immortal slang of for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide dosage
For tomorrow the holsters are to outnumber the roaches
I'm not a
But that won't jolt the immobile
when global terrorism's all the and folk get smoked local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays don't vacate

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is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you

check check
New flash check
This is how the hermit and the busy bee
Somebody's track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
landscapes, what did you expect-pect?

Now a-days, even the babies got
snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, catch a bad one
Have a mid-life when you're ten years young

Aboard the battleship sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Jay died
So now I'll never write another "Daylight"
Because the stingers ?? a ?? the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in to your 99 bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, rest in