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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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A Few Good Songs Off of EAT YOUR PAISLEY
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The Dead Milkmen
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by Psychedelic Warlord
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-/- A Cult Publication......1988 -\-
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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EARWIG
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Your ears fell off in the parking lot,
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your blood is still dripping, God I hope it clots.
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You say you're o.k., but we know you're not.
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Your eyes went cross, do you see spots?
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Well, I'm not saying that you're gonna die,
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I just might be hintin' that you're feelin' little ill.
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And I guessed we all learned a lesson,
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and I guess we're all feelin' a little thrilled.
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Your hands fell off and then your mind bloated,
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your arms fell asleep, and then your lungs caroded.
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Your shoulders slumped forward, then your heart exploded,
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you look pretty gross, so we all got loaded.
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Well, I'm not saying that you're gonna die,
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I just might be hinting that you won't be around.
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And you can get head, and sell all your breakfeast,
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'coz you gotta go down, six feet under ground.
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And... YOU GOT EARWIGS! Crawl toward your brain.
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YOU GOT EARWIGS! The glorious pain.
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Your mind moved blank about a week ago,
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your head fell out, but you didn't know.
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You might want to relax, and take it slow,
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'coz in a couple of days you might begin to glow.
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Well, I'm not saying that you're gonna die,
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I just might be hinting that it'll make you feel light.
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And you could be paying me that money you owe me,
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you know I really hate to put you on the spot, coz..
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YOU GOT EARWIGS! Crawl towards your brain.
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YOU GOT EARWIGS! The fashionable pain.
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Well, I'm not saying that you're gonna die,
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I just might be hinting that your real, real ill.
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I guess we all learned our lesson,
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and I guess we're all gettin' a little thrilled.
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BEACH PARTY VIETNAM
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It's a beach party Vietnam,
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surfin' with the Viet Cong,
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cookin' hot dogs with napalm,
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a beach party Vietnam.
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Frankie and Anette were laying on the sand,
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when Frankie got a letter from his Uncle Sam,
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saying "Get Moondog and all your friends,
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you're all invited to a-"
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Beach party Vietnam,
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surfin' with the Viet Cong,
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cookin' hot dogs with napalm,
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a beach party Vietnam.
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"Hey Frankie, aren't you gonna give me your class ring?"
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"Ahh, I'm afraid I can't do that Anette."
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"Why not?"
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"'Coz I don't have any arms....AHHHHHHHHH."
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Beach party Vietnam,
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surfin' with the Viet Cong,
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cookin' hot dogs with napalm,
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a beach party Vietnam.
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Anette, she wants Frankie's ring,
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Frankie wants Anettes..thing,
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they're laying on the west beach coast,
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there's gonna be a wiener-roast.
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It's a beach party Vietnam,
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surfin' with the Viet Cong,
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cookin' hot dogs with napalm,
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a beach party Vietnam.
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===============================================================================
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There's really no (c)opyright 1988 cDc communications by Psychedelic Warlord
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All Rights Worth Shit 1/0/88-37
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