From the album Black Strawberry Limes
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Twenty-seven ways to clear the decks for action
Or gently die from neck-dissection
No rest until end time celebration
One, two, three here rocks the nation
Blame it on the mother devil's son
Come on y'all, have some fun Little shop of horrors with freaks of every age Show up to see the Lumpis on stage
Twenty-seven Twenty-seven
We want more Than anyone can give Man doesn't live by bread alone
Doomed men Confusing ones So much they tried To win hands down
We want more Than anyone can give Man doesn't live by bread alone
Always we try to swim against In this trans-synthetic blues sequence Where is my brother where is my friend Come on we’ll do the psycho dance
Don’t call a doctor just bring us wine Let the night, the night be mine Always we stand up And never we’ll give up
Some will float and some will drown Tossed about this phony warmth No one lights up your shaky path You’ll not be hailed for your broken arms
Don’t call a doctor just give us wine Let the night, the night be mine Always we stand up And never we give up
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