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almost all lyrics taken from genius so if anythings wrong its not my fault run by @nosssss.bsky.social
Turns from the wind
Feeling the burn, from reaching within
Messing around with feelings
Oh, can you dig in my soul?
Could you smell my whole life?
Powder blue (ba baa)
Powder blue (powder blue)
Cigarettes and coffee breath, little boys on crystal meth
Tonight we'll tango in the street, you eat dark meat
You let me in
You let me sin
You made me cry
You got me high
I think I spent the dog-food money
But he'll love me just the same
King Billy
King Billy, why don't you invite them up?
Put 'em in the opposite direction
Mean Ween cut me and he said he was kiddin'
18.02.2026 03:52 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Little Spanish Eddie
Slap, flap
She's a freak, Monique
I can hardly speak (I can hardly speak)
Got this really fucking awesome sound
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me again! Oh! Oh! Hit me!
One more time!
She kept her child clean
On Buckingham Green
Left here all alone, yeah
Left alone here to sing this song
Hey fat boy, come here -- you killed my mother
Hey asshole, come here -- hey asshole, come here
Nicole, Nicole, Nicole, Nicole
17.02.2026 20:51 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Let's go to sleep and wake up tomorrow
With some warm socks over our toes
Coon dog, groundhog, poop log, one time
17.02.2026 18:51 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Who would think I could be so happy?
When I'm cold, she's keepin' me warm
Scrape for a dollar, you'll die smiling
Learning the same lessons once again
And the Argus is practiced compassion
With an eye on you, as one is on me
We had the best time at your party
The wife and I thank you very much
If you're to be the roaming eye
Well, pry it open and let me tell you why it sees the harsh realities
So go fetch a bottle of rum, dear friends
And fill up my glass to the rim
For I'm not the man I used to be
Now I'm one of them
Ernest Hemingway would always be there for me
But now Ernest Hemingway is dead (now)
The situation's got me up and reelin'
And I don't think I'm ever gonna die
Candi, chocolate with cheese
17.02.2026 09:50 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Aye, aye, aye
Sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
I'm cold and wet; can't you hear what I'm saying to you?
Cold and wet—it's the message I'm conveying to you
How many times do I has to tell you that I'm cold and wet?
Feel the grip of your salvation
This is indeed a tender situation
I'd like to see you before I go
There's a few things I'd like to do
