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Born Annoying - 1993

1. BORN ANNOYING
2. SHIRLEY MacLAINE
3. GEISHA TO GO
4. TAKEN
5. YOUR HEAD
6. OVEN
7. PRIMITIVE



1. BORN ANNOYING


I open my mouth to talk about me
Iīll follow you around
Iīll talk about me
Boring stories, I talk about me
I never understand
Nobody wants to hear it

Born Annoying

Another slow numb
Another saying
Deaf-mute dancing
I bore some lady
Let me tell you
Let me talk some
About my girl about complexion

Born Annoying



2. SHIRLEY MacLAINE


Best selling advice now youīre famous
Fortune earned, this time itīs painless
Lightīs out, show them your peaceful grin
Confess, step up and shed your sin

Say you donīt hate

You fix your smile painlessly
Your face, strain you canīt recognize
So sad pushing that nervous state
Your brain, you lost it you canīt get in

Say you donīt hate

Colors vibrate in me
He sings about me
Rock gods aura found TV

Inner glow shit, peaceful harmony
Turn your happy camp away from me
Rainbow bodies vibrate, so absurd
Thanks for your concern you saved the world



3. GEISHA TO GO


What are you doing watching family TV?
Inviting Jesus youīre singing to me
Twelve again now itīs Geisha-to-go and go
Shit, shower, shave, sit and watch the show

Young man waiting for a pig heart
Might die tomorrow or get a brand new start
My unemployment check must be lost in the mail
No life without it, Itīs the last on sale

Get a life

Color scheme, say you discussed
Cherry pop tart frosting now I dress you up
Sit down little doggie, mouth open real wide
Dream a big plate dinner, fill you up inside



4. TAKEN


Tone of the repressed, enthusiastic anchor
Local bite saved a worm
The aim to sate then
Thank īem

Taken

Another gimmick to reach your
Need to consume
Sentimental appeal try a
Sand lagoon

Taken



5. YOUR HEAD


Thatīs the logical explanation
Destruction might assume charge or feed belief
Passing time again, fun out on the street
Thatīs still juvenile preoccupation

Standing buttholes, the line goes down the block
Familiarity is more convincing
Funds available erect the monument
Dead is dead I guess
Whatīs the cost of a head?

That fills your head but youīre good for that



6. OVEN


I could have swore I gave my wedding ring to you
Among the chewing gears you taunt me tear
Elements are still alive, shake from ear to ear
Pez are gonna let it slide, gonna burn
What cotton decides are appellee
My main oven drive he took from
under whatīs come over me.



7. PRIMITIVE


Primitive feeling, primitive way
Getting closer to the primitive day
Intuition wherever it goes
The primitive day, the primitive way

Primitive feeling, primitive way
Getting closer to the primitive day
Follow the feeling wherever it goes
The primitive day, the primitive way


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