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Thirsty
04:03
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If these walls could talk I’d burn them to the ground
They’ve seen too much, the highest body count
It smells of sweat of panty-dropping thick brunettes
Grandpa saved his money for the biggest rack
Hey mister mister, you know that’s your own sister?
Look at his sinful eyes, he can’t resist
All the girls wave to Marco, sympathetic fool
Thinks he owns the place, finally thinks he’s cool
A little more of this, a little less of that
I’ve seen too much, need new ways to skin this cat
They hang around my neck as long as I pay their bill
Keep acting thirsty ‘till I tell ‘em about my will
The lady at the bar gives me a funky vibe
She nods upstairs, smoke is circling from her pipe
Nauseating thoughts keep entering my mind
Then she pulls my hand, makes me cross the line..
The sheets are wet, I’m ‘bout to leave but one thing left
Red nails collect and count what is left of my debt
Sorry Christine, next time try to keep it clean
My whereabouts tonight, they want to question me
This nasty guy surely I would never be
Sorry Jolie, I promised you that I’d stay clean
Or remain unseen…
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2. |
Ketama
04:11
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Home is where the heart is
Guess that I’m made of tin
They say that I’m a conservative
He says, says that I live in sin
My girlfriends’s immorality
The recurrent theme on Friday
Her father doesn’t like my type
It won’t work either way
Speaking in tongues
I’m the desert’s son
Speaking in tongues
I’m the chosing one, speaking in tongues
I’m the desert’s son
Speaking in tongues
I’m the chosing one
Every summer holiday
The people they look like me
But I’m a legal alien on both sides of the sea
Caught right in the middle
(I just) Don’t know
Where do I belong?
I want to keep the voices down
So I fire up the bong
Speaking in tongues
I’m the desert’s son
Speaking in tongues
I’m the chosing one, speaking in tongues
I’m the desert’s son
Speaking in tongues
I’m the chosing one
You speak to me in tongues
I don’t know the man you’ve become
(Join me, crown me, you will, join me
Crown me, you will, join me, crown me)
You speak to me in tongues
I don’t know the man you’ve become
(You will, join me, crown me, you will
Join me, crown me, you will, join me)
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3. |
Touch Base
03:50
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Supple hips starting swaying when you caught me misbehaving
‘No thanks (I) don’t dance’ you were saying
But those foxy eyes kept on preying
With such a lovely view
That bomb is ticking, stop trying to defuse
‘Cause how could you have known
The way my hips shook got you thinking of our throne
Dance in the dark
Face to face
Lustful eyes
Touch Base
So thrilled we took each other’s bait
I’ll let you tell your friends you think it was fate
Dance in the dark
Face to face
Lustful eyes
Touch Base
So thrilled we took each other’s bait
I’ll let you tell your friends you think it was fate
Dance in the dark
Face to face
Lustful eyes
Touch Base
So thrilled we took each other’s bait
I’ll let you tell your friends you think it was fate
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4. |
Should Have
05:03
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The sharp dressed man came up to me and whispered
‘You’ll never make it in those shoes, boy
They’re not your size and both laces are different’
Head start, full of ignorance
The more I push the more he seems to take away
He knows too well he raised the stakes
My second thoughts are growing larger by the day
As he takes hold inside my brain
I should have pulled the trigger
Just squeeze with calmth and vigor
I should have pulled the trigger
Would have cost me nothing much
Just squeeze with calmth and vigor
And watch two eyes go shut
I should have pulled the trigger
Just squeeze with calmth and vigor
I should have pulled the trigger
Would have cost me nothing much
Just squeeze with calmth and vigor
And watch two eyes go shut
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El Fatso Rotterdam, Netherlands
El Fatso sounds like a hot and messy one night stand between Mr. Stonerrock and Ms. Pop.
Falsetto vocals,
crooked guitars and sweaty grooves form the ingredients for their signature sound, which they call ''Rock 'n' Roffa''.
Their songs demand you to move that ol' body of yours around, in whatever way possible and absolutely own it while doing so. After it!
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