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Letras: Stag

01. The Bit
02. Hide
03. Bar-X-The Rocking M
04. Yacrob's Lab
05. The Bloat
06. Tipping The Lion
07. Black Bock
08. Goggles
09. Soup
10. Buck Owens
11. Lacrimosa
12. Skin Horse Mark
13. Captain Pungent
14. Berthas
15. Cotton Mouth


This is for cows
It's not for the size of me
Into my mouth
Nine-hundred and fourteen

Try some force
Try to lead
The foundling die is close determinate
Raise head and stomp the blood
I'm not even sound raide

I'm alive
I got the silver
And I wonder
What will you follow?
When your head is not in order
And I'm stomping your little
How can you laugh
How can you lie awake
Making me drive
Making my heart a
Not too fat
Not to lean /
The foundling die, is close excitedly
Raise head and stomp the blood
I'm not even soundly


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Big slide across bitter by hiding hold a hail
Sit down and hold this town infever
This mind is most of all like a vulture on a nail
And now he knows distorting feeler hell
this time he knows distorting
Be now the first of all by the low end on avoid
It's a pig in's an eye it's a soul it's a seether
Big eye and hold it all by the riding on a head
Dig down in the voice dic-storting feeler hell
Chicks hid the most dic-storting


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I ain't nothing to the notice
800 miles of prime
We be plain Jack belt loaded-Ha!
I pause, I holler
Still powder line
Selling bulge egg tourniquette-Ha!
The more you know the brain
The more it homocide
Belt strip telephone-Ha!
Give me 46
Give me 45
Can't place down dance stone -Ha!


Follow lead point to my head
We got Dresden solid dead
I ain't gonna stand leaking from my hand
Don't like the front of me on a mand
Be still the messagly
Distending a modern tale
By phone line
Might have seen
On read by rhyme
The violence stirke and spare
Seems fortified down square
What is the quality reaching low fo side
My tears intendedly bonified
You still motor high
Reach sending a modern tease
Right phone line
High voice tone
Forty lee and four a why


I cut the throat of the billy goat and let it bleed
His frozen eyes were far more than I
It's kind of nice to know the things that make me happy
Just realize keep the dog away from me
I found it don't matter when
It's not nice to feel alone inside
This little goat won't mind
All my fear are just vanishing
And the blood will let me find a way
Will open heaven
Down in here all my dreams are filled
Good and bad they seem to be the same
And never lonely
If I just let this power in
It will work it will make me feel O.K.
Be sure forever


Of weak intesity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he left his hand
Happpy to chain Leave all his things
Get right and heave it
May be taste a few

Disguise dis all of you
Violence try to make me follow
I'm not a dog
But yes I will
Untell my visions clear I'll not fith here
The last thing I need is time to feed


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See the faulty now
See the dawn
See clear
Five six it's gonna be narrow
By written law
For right of hollow form
By thy all night
Figure five fourteen motorized
She wants the price
Much play in wise paradise
Each time you raise the wire
On fire for me
My plane is happily
Gotta show gotta leave
Which indeed I'd like to
He's afforded final ten
Every damn one been done
Pick the part of me to fun around
Diggie forty Bodie innie
Master come un by gun
Last choice last chance chance
Peace time for the stonified
I can't stand the high design
Give me one of those whys to write


And on this day
Full of tears
When from the ashes
There arise
Guilty man, to be judged
Have mercy upon him
Gentle lord Jesus
Grant them rest


Ty plays the battle fold though bastardly
Follow said criminal in the form of his hand
He'll chance the overload when it's all about the end
Maybe the size and soul will settle in
Everyone is shifting all around his agonize
Can't make the sort of sound this and dust could sanitize
Gonna see in Earth all edge
Wishing I was at the where all dull razors all began

Shoulder only angel seven half of every golden an
on those who really help me time unveils
Ty regarding visionary

Give it all to me I didnt' wanna be
Singled out for the fire you little tangy
Make a mind to make a friend give it up toenail
Too old for that buy me a big one
To say what's real your not the boss of me
Meet my old man he's just a funny
He makes more than you will take it away
I've got the only wisdom we're still friends
In time it will all be over it will be good
But i'm old and i'm getting older knew i would
Later days finally coming on take me away
Little place near the holy one and let's run


Daylight time of ten feel of a monster

Right here the wilds grow we ain't go a foot hold
Be nice afraid the future to be in now

Neck ties fir survive rest to be only forty nine
B-rown body sez pull in full red
Light so protect and demand but I it ride
Be damned gonna lie here all a land lone
Next size lotus alive rest to be only forty nine


You Should have told
But I could't find her
And tell her
I can't see
Be steady
got a line
On a system for that's right
Be ready To mind it
On distant man of war
Get another hold over or wheel indeed
Jimmy boy got a knck on a lead but it sold so rare
And funny but it's cold for this here time of year
Been days and a night for sitting on his knee
Bandana in hail and he


Mean little stealer you
Got your head bowed down
I got a mouth full of cotton
Duct taped down
I've been drinking too much lysol
and my heads bowed too