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Turning back ten thousand years
It's all a blur where the taxi's go
Monster man a willing friend
Lucy serves the melon cold
Violent and delicious souls
Four red trucks dressed illegally
Mother knows how the bugle blows
Gonna get caught in her rug, babe
This is not a conclusion
No revolution
Just a little confusion
On where your head has been
Boats made out of paper float
Dreams made up for the banana king, darling!
Crumbs you have lapped freely of
Devious we all have been
Violent and delicious souls
Violent and delicious souls
This is not a conclusion
No revolution
Just a little confusion
On where your head has been
It's all a blur where the taxi's go
Monster man a willing friend
Lucy serves the melon cold
Violent and delicious souls
Four red trucks dressed illegally
Mother knows how the bugle blows
Gonna get caught in her rug, babe
This is not a conclusion
No revolution
Just a little confusion
On where your head has been
Boats made out of paper float
Dreams made up for the banana king, darling!
Crumbs you have lapped freely of
Devious we all have been
Violent and delicious souls
Violent and delicious souls
This is not a conclusion
No revolution
Just a little confusion
On where your head has been
Lyrics submitted by merchantpierce
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[Tori; Beat Magazine, July 14, 1994]