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You can clean your kitchen baby
Make it look good every time
You can use a little Mr Clean
Or Formula 409
You can find my mission baby
Lock it on target every time
Take out Washington or New York
Or you can take out Palestine
You can drive your car to pieces baby
Drive it until somebody dies
Get out of trouble with a cover-up
A greasy lawyer and some lies
You can clean your kitchen baby
Make it look good every time
You can use a little Mr Clean
Or Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Formula 409
Yeah Formula 409
Formula 409
Oh Formula 409
Formula 409
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
You can clean your kitchen baby
Things go wrong when I trust them, in my naive way I love them
Like you told me to love them, I abide by man made rules
And am a picture of all fools, I have a border of white clues
I use the formulae of everyday
In the floods I'll stay and get washed away
People talk in nothing with a reverence in a something
And my heart beats on with indifference to the lessons of attrition
I am a picture of all fools, I have a border of white clues
I use the formulae of everyday
In the floods I'll stay and get washed away
Formulae of everyday
In the floods I'll stay and get washed away
Formulae of everyday
In the floods I'll stay and get washed away
Formulae of everyday
In the floods I'll stay and get washed away
Formulae of everyday
Kick
Snare
Kick
Release me
No peace
Kick
Snare
The clones they want to be
You'll never find in me
They yearn to be the same
How could they be so plain?
They wanted love too much
Come here and beg to touch
I'll hold onto the truth
And grasp onto my youth
Repeated jealous phobia
I know it's just a formula
What is normal?
What everyone else is and you are not
What is normal?
What everyone else is and you are not
When will there be something rare
You know someone has got to care
All that lingers everywhere is never-ending kick-snare
Kick
Snare
Insert sample here
"Eh... alright... okay... Let's proceed."
Release me
I'll never be the same
I'm left with what remains
Of what they thought was lost
I'll have to bear the cost
For years I tried to do
All that could not be true
I'll have to learn to be
What lurks inside of me
The way you once were with me then
(The clones they want to be)
Reminded me you were a friend
(You'll never find in me)
And now that we've remained apart
(They yearn to be the same)
I've found another's broken heart
(How could they be so plain?)
Alone I've cried and felt the pain
(They wanted love too much)
We'll have through life again, again
(Come here and beg to touch)
But love will heal our souls at last
(I'll hold onto the truth)
And let us live without the past
(And grasp onto my youth)
Repeated jealous phobia
A côr do meu batuque
Tem o toque, tem o som
Da minha voz
Vermelho, vermelhaço
Vermelhusco, vermelhante
Vermelhão...
O velho comunista se aliançou
Ao rubro do rubor do meu amor
O brilho do meu canto tem o tom
E a expressão da minha côr
Vermelho!...
A côr do meu batuque
Tem o toque, tem o som
Da minha voz
Vermelho, vermelhaço
Vermelhusco, vermelhante
Vermelhão...
O velho comunista se aliançou
Ao rubro do rubor do meu amor
O brilho do meu canto tem o tom
E a expressão da minha côr
Meu coração!...
Meu coração é vermelho
Hei! Hei! Hei!
De vermelho vive o coração
He Ho! He Ho!
Tudo é garantido
Após a rosa vermelhar
Tudo é garantido
Após o sol vermelhecer...
Vermelhou o curral
A ideologia do folclore
Avermelhou!
Vermelhou a paixão
O fogo de artifício
Da vitória vermelhou...(2x)
A côr do meu batuque
Tem o toque, tem o som
Da minha voz
Vermelho, vermelhaço
Vermelhusco, vermelhante
Vermelhão...
O velho comunista se aliançou
Ao rubro do rubor do meu amor
O brilho do meu canto tem o tom
E a expressão da minha côr
Vermelho!...
A côr do meu batuque
Tem o toque, tem o som
Da minha voz
Vermelho, vermelhaço
Vermelhusco, vermelhante
Vermelhão...
O velho comunista se aliançou
Ao rubro do rubor do meu amor
O brilho do meu canto tem o tom
E a expressão da minha côr
(Vermelho!)
Meu coração!...
Meu coração é vermelho
Hei! Hei! Hei!
De vermelho vive o coração
He Ho! He Ho!
Tudo é garantido
Após a rosa vermelhar
Tudo é garantido
Após o sol vermelhecer...
Vermelhou o curral
A ideologia do folclore
Avermelhou!
Vermelhou a paixão
O fogo de artifício
[Intro:]
Ehhhh
A Popcaan
Eh karee-ee-ee-ee-eem
Gal seh dem hot, but a dream dem a dreeeam
Ohh yea mi girl
[Chorus:]
Gal, yuh got di formula
My length, fi wet up di umbrella
Nuff gal a hype an a gwaan
Di hair dem have on s'mell like underneath cellar
Yuh nuh ugly like di Godzilla
Count cash every day like di bank teller
Kitty Kat keep inna line
It nuh stretch out nuh time
Suh it squeeze every damn hour
[Verse 1:]
Baby mi love how yuh bubble
Yuh shape an yuh face a get mi inna trouble
Play yuh netball a nuh ball weh fi juggle
When yuh touch pon di street, yow a nuff mi a wobble
In Autumn, is not rolling deep while dem flap branch
Non stop, don't tek chat, nah buss shot,
A yuh have the whole league a lock
Because...
[Chorus:]
Gal, yuh got di formula
My length, fi wet up di umbrella
Nuff gal a hype an a gwaan
Di hair dem have on s'mell like underneath cellar
Yuh nuh ugly like di Godzilla
Count cash every day like di bank teller
Kitty Kat keep inna line
It nuh stretch out nuh time
Suh it squeeze every damn hour
[Verse 2:]
Baby mi love how yuh a gwaan
Mi love off di gucci dress weh yuh have on
Buss a bad whine fi di corn
Mek we tek a quick one a di side a di lawn
Yuh fren dem a watch but nuh pree dem
Mi have a next dosa fi give dem
Yuh hotta dan nuff gal, dem a heathen
Dem believe in killing dem children
But...
[Chorus:]
Baby, yuh got di formula
My length, fi wet up di umbrella
Nuff gal a hype an a gwaan
Di hair dem have on s'mell like underneath cellar
Yuh nuh ugly like di Godzilla
Count cash every day like di bank teller
Kitty Kat keep inna line
It nuh stretch out nuh time
Suh it squeeze every damn hour
[Verse 1:]
Baby mi love how yuh bubble
Yuh shape an yuh face a get mi inna trouble
Play yuh netball a nuh ball weh fi juggle
When yuh touch pon di street, yow a nuff mi a wobble
In Autumn, is not rolling deep while dem flap branch
Non stop, don't tek chat, nah buss shot,
A yuh have the whole league a lock
Because...
[Chorus:]
Gal, yuh got di formula
My length, fi wet up di umbrella
Nuff gal a hype an a gwaan
Di hair dem have on s'mell like underneath cellar
Yuh nuh ugly like di Godzilla
Count cash every day like di bank teller
Kitty Kat keep inna line
It nuh stretch out nuh time
Suh it squeeze every damn hour
[Verse 2:]
Baby mi love how yuh a gwaan
Mi love off di gucci dress weh yuh have on
Buss a bad whine fi di corn
Mek we tek a quick one a di side a di lawn
Yuh fren dem a watch but nuh pree dem
Mi have a next dosa fi give dem
Yuh hotta dan nuff gal, dem a heathen
Dem believe in killing dem children
But...
[Chorus:]
Baby, yuh got di formula
My length, fi wet up di umbrella
Nuff gal a hype an a gwaan
Di hair dem have on smell like underneath cellar
Yuh nuh ugly like di Godzilla
Count cash every day like di bank teller
Kitty Kat keep inna line
It nuh stretch out nuh time
Glow
Brane
Mute
Ollin
The speed of the light to a distant star
Residing inside of a hollow high-mass
The sun disappeared from the heavens
On its nightly pilgrim through the reference frame
The violence of pain and a sense of departure
Deeper down into its darkest flood
Fain
Propulsion
Plethora
Time perception
The hour-hand moved on, the timepiece drew breath
As the murmuring dwarf squatted the eternal
All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle
Following his footsteps to the sun
Lorn in the aeon of macrocosm
I see them run into the sinus of asininity
Gods blockade their eternity
Where do I run with this pain of mine
Lake of lies is turning to a sea
I see the shepherd howl, writhing, choking inside
With a black serpent hanging out of his mouth
I failed to pull the serpent out of his throat
My horror, my hatred, my loathing, my pity
Sky illuminated by the sun, Huitzilopochtli
Tunneling dilation, photonic crystaline
Nebulous terror within the nature
Darkly feared within all the mortals
Spectres of malign perversions
Floating through moonless crypts of mine
Far away inside the luminous loopholes
Shakenings tell the winds of zenith
Yonder where the storms rush down in sea
To boldly go where no man's gone before
I said, I think I've been there
But I'm not really sure
You know, I've heard it said that space is the final
frontier
Well honey, any place you know is better than here
So open up your wormhole
Engage you with my prime directive
Photon my torpedoes
I'll take your shields down
Energize my crystal
I'll fill your core with antimatter
You don't like first contact
I can turn this ship around
Well, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few
Well, that's what they say, but it's different when it's
I ain't got to be so logical
I got a bottle of blood wine and a belly full
Blue is the time I spit on thee (ha, ha, ha)
chaos grows up inside me
what's left for you is fear
what you deserve is near
what's left for me is love
you can't hate when you can't love
I can't remember my name, you could say what a shame
I drink my formula
I was obliged to suffer like a parasite
until yesterday
Pink is the soup I'm swimming in
blank is the pool where I'm flying
Animated words look like puke in a cradle
you hurt me with nine rusty nails
flatliner among a world of pale souls
hidden behind rotten walls
Watcher, come and follow my steps as I dance without light
watch her, as she kisses her lips this is love at first fright
Eye to eye, I was obliged to suffer
what a shame cause I don't weep anymore
cause I'm a parasite flying over Nazca
when little Red Riding - Hood tried to fuck me
but all is... blank
Green is the roof where I'll dive from