"With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth..."Incubus
"Every time I think I'm gonna wake up
back in the jungle
Every minute I stay in this room
I get weaker..."Luscious Apparatus
"Carla was on her break from the
Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table,
There was a toxic orange moon..."|
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