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The Zoo
02:16
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Hey man
fuck you
I saw your Momma at the Zoobilee Zoo
Her ugly face just drives me wild
She's got a brain just like a child
Hey man
fuck you
I saw your Momma at the Zoobilee Zoo
She's got bad breath like old King Kong
She makes lots of noise, and she smells really strong
Hey man
fuck you
I saw your Momma at the Zoobilee Zoo
Guitar Solo (Wayne Pain)
Rhinoceros
Hippopotamus
Hey man
fuck you
I saw your Momma at the Zoobilee Zoo
I saw her eat a chimpanzee
Just fuckin' plucked it from a tree
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My daddy's got white trash friends
They smoke around the baby
my daddy's got white trash friends
they smoke around the baby
they don't give a fuck about it's lungs
my daddy don't give a fuck
(incoherent gibberish)
you know thats how i rock
my daddy's a scum fuck
they don't give a fuck
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3. |
Eye Blew My Mind
02:48
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I can't take it
I can't open up my mind
I can't take it
I can't open my third eye
I can't take it
I can't expand my mind
I can't take it
I can't open my third eye
eye can't take it
eye can't take it
eye can't take it
eye can't take it
I can't take it
I can't open up my mind
I can't take it
I can't open my third eye
I can't take it
My mind cant be free
I can't take it
I can't take LSD
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
Deep inside my cosmic revelation comes a psychic proclamation to your straight edge indoctrination. On every plain from sea to sea, the straight edge kids can now feel free to experiment with LSD
I blew my mind
I opened up my eyes
I blew my mind
I opened my third eye
I blew my mind
I opened up my eyes
I blew my mind
I think that i can fly
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
I blew my mind
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Shut up I'm on the phone
Shut up baby, leave me alone
I was talking before you got home
Shut the fuck up I'm on the phone!!
baby baby baby
baby baby baby
baby baby baby
you drive me fucking crazy!
Shut up I'm on the phone
Shut up baby, leave me alone
I was talking before you got home
Shut the fuck up I'm on the phone!!
baby baby baby
baby baby baby
baby baby baby
you drive me fucking crazy
Shut up I'm on the phone
Shut up baby, leave me alone
I was talking before you got home
Shut the fuck up I'm on the phone!!
I don't care if you're all alone
I don't care cuz I'm on the phone
I don't care if you scream and shout
AAAAAAAHHHHHH!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON THE PHONE!
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Wayne Pain & The Shit Stains Missouri
Kansas City’s Only Rock & Roll Band.
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