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WINDOWLESS MASTURBATION CELLS
Buzzshackler :: 20000915
01 sound check
02 baseball in younkers 03 decibels across the moors 04 the tale of itching nguyen 05 last transmission from Viking I 06 spread open 07 boxer rebellion 08 garden variety 09 ode to a glass of water 10 vd bugs 11 phaneuf realty ruined dorchester 12 tour guide 13 jack care or whack 14 seiko quartz metronome 15 alpha test 90 on homeless major nig 16 in spite of this song 17 zion's skanky women 18 after all 19 chorus pedals in my ear |
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In the van, and it's September. Me and the posse. Windows are down. Damn, got some barbecue on my shirt. Cruisin' for action. Got the Cells on the stereo, got the ice cold sippin' going down.
The padre shouts hey-hey and gets his collar in the street duckin' in the window like he's down and starts talkin' Bible. Posse starts turnin' down the Cells. Padre keeps on talking, like it's confession or something. I turn up Cells and feelin' no pain.
Summer is over, but baseball's not. Air gettin' cold, Cells is hot.
The padre shouts hey-hey and gets his collar in the street duckin' in the window like he's down and starts talkin' Bible. Posse starts turnin' down the Cells. Padre keeps on talking, like it's confession or something. I turn up Cells and feelin' no pain.
Summer is over, but baseball's not. Air gettin' cold, Cells is hot.
