"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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