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アーティスト:Rheostatics  アルバム:Double Live 

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Dave Bidini (Put down the megaphone.) A cage of turtles, a cone of hemp Was how he reeked, what he was smoking. An "A" that's circled on knees that bent Behind the trees, behind the woods. "I shouldn't have taken that pretty black hit. It wouldn't have mattered 'cause the band was shit. I spent the night retching in a rolling stream. Am I drunk or did I hear a scream?" Meanwhile, the triple sport chip off the block, He had an urge: a weird feeling. It was a pretty good night for a walk in the woods By the ravine, along the trail. They probably beat him up when he was young, Or locked him outdoors for sucking his thumb. They dressed him well, educated him clean, Must have taken his heart when they removed his spleen. I was scared, but I was so far from it. They called in the cops and they screamed "Red Level!" The killer boy's like a wannabe punk. One dead girl in a submarined trunk. Ah, what's the use in crying? I'm armed. I know temp work sucks, and a life it is not, But it's a job. Hell, it's a living. "For a sweet tomato, for such a party girl Is what I am. (So party on!) Like a box a chocolates and a Beatles song, These are the things you can always count on: Like the moon, it's face, a wide-open space. I swear I it's where I go when he gets on my case."


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