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Long lines at the record store
Vinyl ain’t a secret no more
Wanting a deal platter
33 45 it Don’t matter
Here comes a guy strolling through the door
box of 45s
Drops em on the floor
Me and my girl
Look at each other
Gimme those 45s
Mother Fucker
Gimme those 45s
Mother Fucker x3
I want some 45s… Mother Fucker!
I’ll fight you
She’ll smack you
Bitch, lock the door
Got a vinyl jones and you got the score
Fresh used records
rarer than coke
I wanna play my finds
and catch a smoke
Gimme those 45s
Mother Fucker
Gimme those 45s
Mother Fucker x3
I want some 45s… Mother Fucker!
I’ll fight you
She’ll smack you
Bitch, lock the door
Got a vinyl jones Deep Groove is the store
Fresh used records are rarer than gold
Get to Deep Groove
Before they all sold
Gimme that 45
Mother fucker
Gimme those 45s
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Working on a Scar
02:24
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If they ask why I'm with you
I'm just working on a scar
It's not for love, whatever that is
You don't pay my bills
You don't comb my hair
Don't feed my mutt
You won't look at me
Why don't you look at me?
I just came for the scar
The tires are bald
The fridge is empty
The bills are late
And now I'm late
Nothing flowers in the back yard
But you won't go away
I gotta get away
Taking nothing with me but the scar
You didn't make me smarter
We didn't have fun
You didn't take me higher
I'm not even strong
Didn't set me free or
bring the best out in me
If they ask why I'm with you
I'm just working on a scar
If they ask me why I'm with you I'm just working on a scar
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Biter
03:34
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Pretty lil baby
Satan's cherub
Cuddling close
Sure to fall in love
One small thing
You should be aware of…
One little thing
You gotta be aware of, that is:
He's a biter.
Watch out - he's a biter.
Out on the playground
Up the jungle gym
Ring around da rosies
Best stay away from him
Coming off the swings
Teeth catch ya on da chin
That's gonna leave a scar
A gift from Tiny Tim because
He's a biter.
Watch out - he's a biter.
Skip ahead to prom night
1987
His date's a cheerleader
Little slice of heaven
His pants around his ankles
Oh how that boy did scream
Pants around those ankles
And that boy he did scream.
She's a biter.
Watch out! She's a biter.
Those teeth are for chomping.
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Crack Fox Richmond, Virginia
blues punk homespun gutter tripe that's sweet like the bottom of a shared milkshake
eat
garbage,
stay alive
Rasputina -
Vocals
Philbo -
Guitar
Benbo -
Bass
Giant Briant -
Drums
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