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And You Will Taste the Black Sperm of our Vengeance

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by The Small Arms

 

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Battlestar Gallactica 02:46
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Dishonest Tempo 01:57
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Cry Baby 03:16
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Rites of Spring 03:12
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Savior 02:39
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No Way to Win 03:53
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Fuck the Know 03:28
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Fairy Dress Princess 03:40
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Manhattan Angel 03:14
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released 20 April 2009
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Track Name: No Way to Win
No way to win in rock and roll
no way to win these days
a thousand watts and too much fucking
heroine and cocaine

no way to win in rock and roll
no way to win these days

somebody take out a marker
and draw a picture on my hand
of Madonna with child
between an ampersand
do it out of boredom
here in dirty mansions
I've mastered guitar hero
here in London with Manson

somebody take out a lighter
burn it all into dust
Brooklyn on the television
burn T.V. if you must
someone calls for jihad
out here in LA
no way to win in rock and roll
no way to win these days

take a picture of that one time
with your microphone
when everyone wore black jeans
afros and headphones
I'm going to sell her tomorrow
but you can thank me today
no way to win in rock and roll
no way to win these days
Track Name: Fairy Dress Princess
two year blond hair fairy dress princess
with bright blue sunshine streaming
dances ballet on the highway
cars go flying by

and you, how could anybody ever hurt a thing like you?

butterfly t-shirt dives off a ranch house into a kiddy pool
floating and falling laughing and calling
look at me I'm Buddha in the sky

fishnet nylons stiletto stalking talking on your cell
calling all your dealer boyfriends
turning triangles into squares

I bet you'd eat a lightbulb to light up your insides
I bet you'd kiss a lion and he would knock you down

she's wearing whatever Candy or some shit
a name that she made up one night fried
professional caller professional escort
professionally counting stars
Track Name: Manhattan Angel
That look you give makes me sick
that pose those bangs in your eyes
that baby-doll dress
can't you see? it's obvious
who doesn't want to be
part of our magic trick

Yeah, come on

All that I need is one cup of coffee
when I wake up from this moment
I will blow your mind
Your from suburbia suddenly Upper East Side
when we get to San Francisco
morning will appear

I'm reaching for your leg
as you're crawling across the floor
pantyhose and a cocaine nose
and your crying out for more
wishing you were back in Weston
now you're trapped inside no-po
Manhattan angel, Manhattan angel
I just locked the door