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SINGER: Love/Hate
SONG:Wrong Side Of The Grape
You wanna see the psycho in your veins you wanna see the madman the time has come to make a run the sun has risen Don't try to stop me from chasin' the gasoline - i get mean man sometimes there's urges undeniable physical sensations orale 'ese you gotta believe It's hard it's fucking hard to be on the wrong side of the grape to be on i suppose i should care that i'm brain dead i suppose i need to think for myself - colors in a car Out of control the killing machine grows on a vine glass on the floor of the bathroom flooded shower curtain covers naked leftovers drowned in a tub of beer wedding cake cut with butcher knives stuck out like a silhou-etted outline lit up like a firecracker
It's hard it's fucking hard to be on the wrong side of the grape to be on What do you know about a monsoon plastic forks and plastic people mr. polyurethane that's me - deeply disposable Moralists - fuck 'em - don't stop me from sucking on the mothers vine - yeah she's got a sweet behind pearl hearts and porcelain roses frame a picture of the bottle man when we run out of papers we smoke from a can i got my 1 a.m. and there ain't no place i can't go so 'fess up-chicken you 'ol sour shrimp cold duck green boy tinker toy i'm tellin' you It's hard it's fucking hard to be on the wrong side of the grape to be on
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