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Do I REALLY need to write these out?
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Shooting in the dark dark, lost in a deep haze haze
Pretending that my enemy, smiles and then obeys beys
Jane likes to wear feathers, blacker than her heart heart
Jen prefers to deal it up, always the wild wild card card
We go, out out out
We drink in in in
Order up drinks drinks drin
In the city of sin sin sin
Beautiful people, taking pictures of ourselves
Rocking bonnets & Bayonets… and nothing else
Bright lights gli-gli-glisten, 15 mil for the lot lot
Hanging in the green room, goose is getting hot hot
Fran likes taking photographs, mostly in the back
Faye asks for my autograph, lost in the hot track….,,
We go, out out out
We drink in in in
Order up drinks
In the city of sin sin sin
Beautiful people, taking pictures of ourselves
Rocking bonnets & Bayonets… and nothing else
Br.
City of lights more like the city of take
Nothing is real it feels like everything’s fake
Drums on the beach and frozen drinks in the sand
Is this the promised land?
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Milk My World
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"Milk My World"
Driving up to Mars in a Cadillac
Monkey on my back, sipping on Massive Attack
The understated condition of my aforementioned mission
Is certainly laid to waste like those college days
Dark matter pitter patter windshield splatter Mad Hatter chatter countin' cheddar on a platter
Batter, batter swing!
Lit up like a Christmas Tree
Billboard sign screams,
As the choir sings,
"Milk my, milk my, milk my, Milk my world!"
It's really hard to think when all you need's a drink
Stop into a bar called "Everything But the Kitchen Sink"
Underestimated calculations threw the destination equation back a whole generation "wait a minute- are you mistaken?"
Well I may exaggerate, proliferate, sedate, disorientate, acclimate rehabilitate by eight and pop
Wider than the Great Red Spot
Feel the beat drop, From the dollar-fed Juke box
"Milk my, milk my, milk my, Milk my world!"
Bunch a toe-tapping is happening but I had to pack up in my Luke Bryan pick up but wait this ain't my ride
Where's the Cadillac with the stacks, my sack, and my sax, come back get this train rap-tappin on the tracks
"For your information, station identification affirmation, patient location: "vegetation recreation ward"
Oh my lord
White jackets, ropes and a board
Making their way towards me singing
"Milk my, milk my, milk my, Milk my world!"
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