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Of all the dirt that we dug, I think my favorite was the mud.
Of all the wine that we drank, I think my favorite was the blood.
Of all the bombs that we lit, I think my favorite was the dud.
Of all the things that we chew, I think my favorite is the cut
Of the cow. Like that time when we lie to and fro
Hope to throw. Tables turn, books that burn, hurt the shine,
Tilt the wheel, hold the hand, cop a feel, close the deal,
Like that time, turpentine, when we lie to and fro.

Of all the banks that we robbed, I think my favorite one was mine.
Of all the bushes that burned, the ones I liked talked wise and kind.
Of all the toys that we smashed, I think I liked the ones that wind.
Of all the beotches we pimp slapped, I liked the ones that did not mind
Over matter. Your head on a platter, put the bread in the batter-y acid,
Don't I scrink(?) on it, island on a sun, this side down, to the water,
You'll sell me your daughter, I'll plot a new course on a horse.
With no name droppin', pill poppin' son of a beotch
The bug bites make me iotch.

Of all the trees that we hugged, I think I liked the ones that died.
Of all the butts that we grabbed, I remember only the white ones.
Of all the whales that we beached, ya chose to blame it on the tide.
Of all the forks that we stole, just to jab each others eyes
Of the shape of the smoke, of the bang of the pipe.
Twist and turn, reckless burn, melting wax, melting hype.
Hurt to change, keep exchange, burning down, turning ripe.
Of the shape of the smoke, of the bang of the pipe.


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    General CommentSweet, nice job getting all those lyrics down just the way that they sound! That questionable part - "Don't I scrink on it" - I think it's something like " 'Don't' I scream" (maybe?) and "Coney Island", purposely making it sound like "Don't I-ce cream cone-y island".
    What a cool song.
    familiarsighton December 14, 2009   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionFrom music.that1guy.com/track/… :

    Of all the dirt that we dug
    I think my favorite was the mud
    Of all the wine that we drank
    I think my favorite was the blood
    Of all the bombs that we lit
    I think my favorite was the dud
    Of all the things that we chew
    I think my favorite was the cud

    Of the cow
    Like that time
    When we lied
    To and fro
    Hope to throw
    Tables turn
    Books that burn
    Hurt to shine
    Tilt the wheel
    Hold the hand
    Cop a feel
    Close the deal
    Like that time
    Turpentine
    When we lied
    To and fro.....

    Of all the banks that we robbed
    I think my favorite one was mine
    Of all the bushes that burn
    The ones I like talk wise and kind
    Of all the toys that we smashed
    I think I like the ones that wind
    Of all the beotches we pimp slapped
    I like the ones that did not mind

    Overmatteryourheadonaplatterputthebreadinth
    ebatteryacidtoneicecreamConeyislandonasunn
    ysidedowntothewateryou'llsellmeyourdaughter
    i'llplotanewcourseonahorsewithnonamedroppin'
    pillpoppin'sonofabeotchthebugbugbitesmakem
    eieotch.....

    Of all the trees that we hugged
    I think I like the ones that died
    Of all the butts that we grabbed
    I remember only the wide ones
    Of all the whales that we beached
    You chose to blame it on the tide
    Of all the forks that we stole
    Just to jab each others' sides

    Of the shape
    Of the smoke
    Of the bang
    Of the pipe
    Twist and turn
    Records burn
    Melting wax
    Melting hype
    Hurt to change
    Heat exchange
    Burning down
    Turning ripe
    Of the shape
    Of the smoke
    Of the bang
    Of the pipe.....
    staynighton June 22, 2010   Link

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