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Smells Like Teen Spirit
-- Nirvana
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
With the light out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito
My libido
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
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Tastes Like Liver, Man
-- Inner Lips
Draw your pistols, get your buds
It's grand to invent and be a dud
Her fashion's dull and error-proof
OK, send nonsense end: 'I woof!'
With no color, it's not so ominous
Generate the interest with us
I am so awful-queer and leprous
Generate the interest with us
A Latino, an Anglo, a wild beau
My bid adieu
I'm stale with passable ability
I felt it: trustful, glad, set free
We're here. Undo, disband? No --
And on the show will always go
Why savor rum with my tongue?
Hah! 'It makes me jollified,' I sung
Isn't effortless to harvest, indeed
Ah, drat. -- I die with a need...
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