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==Lyrics==  
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==Lyrics==
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'''FZ:<br>
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''You know sometimes in the middle in the night<br>
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''You get to feeling uptight<br>
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''And wish you were feelin alright<br>
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''And you know you're white<br>
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''And you ain't got no soul<br>
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''And there's no one with a hole nearby<br>
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''And therefore in your teen-age madness and delirium<br>
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''You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets<br>
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''In that little room with the psychedelic posters<br>
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''And the red bulb<br>
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''And the incense<br>
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''And your bead collection<br>
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''And your country song round up books<br>
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''And you cry your tiny sick tears<br>
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''Tiny sick tears<br>
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''Tiny sick tears<br>
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''Tiny sick tears<br>
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''You know you gotto-gotto-gotto-gotto<br>
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''You've gotta find some relief from the terrible ...<br>
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''From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart<br>
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''Because it's hurting you to your heart<br>
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''And your crying tiny sick tears<br>
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''And you have to go downstairs<br>
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''Out of your bedroom<br>
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''Out into the hall<br>
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''Down to the living room<br>
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''To the living room<br>
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''To the kitchen<br>
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''To the cookie jar<br>
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''Where you wanna get your cookies<br>
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''And you take the top off the cookie jar<br>
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''And you stick your tiny sick hand in the cookie jar<br>
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''And you reach around in the cookie jar<br>
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''To find a raisin cookie<br>
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''A spongy one with the little plump raisins<br>
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''A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers<br>
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''Squeeze the raisin on the cookie<br>
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''Pull the cookie out of the jar<br>
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''Stuff the raisin into your eating hole<br>
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''Push it all the way in your eating hole<br>
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''Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie<br>
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''Scarve the cookie<br>
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''Put the lid back on the jar<br>
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''Go over to the ice box<br>
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''Open the ice box<br>
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''Pull out the box of milk<br>
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''Open the box of milk<br>
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''Into a triangular beak like that<br>
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''Pull the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole<br>
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''Up to your hole<br>
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''Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your hole<br>
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''Close the beak<br>
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''Reinsert the box into the ice box<br>
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''Close the box door<br>
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''Walk out of the kitchen<br>
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''Through the living room<br>
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''Back up the stairs<br>
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''Past your sister's room<br>
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''Past your brother's room<br>
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''You take a mask from the ancient hallway<br>
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''Make it down to your father's room<br>
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''And you walk in<br>
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''And your father, your tiny sick father<br>
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''Is beating his meat to a playboy magazine<br>
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''He's got it rolled into a tube<br>
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''And he's got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it<br>
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''Right flat up against the centerfold<br>
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''There he is, your father, with a tiny sick erection<br>
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''And you walk in and you say:<br>
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''"Father I want to kill you"<br>
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''And he says: "Not now, son, not now"<br>
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<br>
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Hands up!<br>
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Oooo laaaa<br>
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<br>
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'''FZ:<br>
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''I know that it's so hard stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really ... for one thing it's really easy ... and for another thing, it wastes a lot of time while were on stage. we learned in our travels that teenagers are ready to accept these two chords, no matter how they're played. It makes you feel secure, cause you know that after "did de dit de didde" the other one is gonna come on. It never fails, simple ... some people would say it's bullshit, but we love it, don't we, kids?<br>
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''Meanwhile ...<br>
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Revision as of 10:01, 19 January 2008

Lyrics

FZ:
You know sometimes in the middle in the night
You get to feeling uptight
And wish you were feelin alright
And you know you're white
And you ain't got no soul
And there's no one with a hole nearby
And therefore in your teen-age madness and delirium
You toss and turn in your sweaty little grey teen-age sheets
In that little room with the psychedelic posters
And the red bulb
And the incense
And your bead collection
And your country song round up books
And you cry your tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
Tiny sick tears
You know you gotto-gotto-gotto-gotto
You've gotta find some relief from the terrible ...
From the terrible ache thats clutching right at your heart
Because it's hurting you to your heart
And your crying tiny sick tears
And you have to go downstairs
Out of your bedroom
Out into the hall
Down to the living room
To the living room
To the kitchen
To the cookie jar
Where you wanna get your cookies
And you take the top off the cookie jar
And you stick your tiny sick hand in the cookie jar
And you reach around in the cookie jar
To find a raisin cookie
A spongy one with the little plump raisins
A little tactile sensation for your tiny sick fingers
Squeeze the raisin on the cookie
Pull the cookie out of the jar
Stuff the raisin into your eating hole
Push it all the way in your eating hole
Now make your eating hole wrap itself around the tiny sick cookie
Scarve the cookie
Put the lid back on the jar
Go over to the ice box
Open the ice box
Pull out the box of milk
Open the box of milk
Into a triangular beak like that
Pull the little triangular beak up to your drinking hole
Up to your hole
Pour the white fluid from the drinking box into your hole
Close the beak
Reinsert the box into the ice box
Close the box door
Walk out of the kitchen
Through the living room
Back up the stairs
Past your sister's room
Past your brother's room
You take a mask from the ancient hallway
Make it down to your father's room
And you walk in
And your father, your tiny sick father
Is beating his meat to a playboy magazine
He's got it rolled into a tube
And he's got his tiny sick pud stuffed in the middle of it
Right flat up against the centerfold
There he is, your father, with a tiny sick erection
And you walk in and you say:
"Father I want to kill you"
And he says: "Not now, son, not now"

Hands up!
Oooo laaaa

FZ:
I know that it's so hard stop playing this soul music, you know, cause it really ... for one thing it's really easy ... and for another thing, it wastes a lot of time while were on stage. we learned in our travels that teenagers are ready to accept these two chords, no matter how they're played. It makes you feel secure, cause you know that after "did de dit de didde" the other one is gonna come on. It never fails, simple ... some people would say it's bullshit, but we love it, don't we, kids?

Meanwhile ...

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