Luyện nghe bài hát Babies With Guns

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This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated counties you upset-set

all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in marker art
Pardon, cadaver had a pulse
And littered volts all over the where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He sea-salt in the open blisters
But blind anarchy through the cracks
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on rods itching to pull it back
With that organic incubated to have some ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of later
And lot of crews taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? happy at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route janky funds and favors
by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his furry wrists severed
I walk face-first the sex, drugs, and church
With wild things make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the clock corporate constant
Now grommets
from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and scenes
blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy and crack into the nurseries
Dog, a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those ain't twin Beanie Babies his pockets (nope!)
2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed out the fetus
Evolution for the young convenience

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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

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

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

If this Jesus around your neck is bigger than your pistol
It makes okie-dokie and your god will forgive you
Just show the saints at gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks for a tattooed crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship
Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool and ease medulla
you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to no-brainers
Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and flagpole scrapping
Amongst that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to captains
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped baby
Fragile maybe, you
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee locked box
clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly hop-scotch gives them leverage
Cut them with mortars while I
in the immortal of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to the roaches
I'm not a
But that even 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 mom's flower garden the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not back in a week tell the I said "peace" and lay low
Strays don't slow

Radio check
Video check
This is how the and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

Magazine check
New flash check
This is how the and the busy bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

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

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