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The Razor Game///
words and music by J. Mazzucco
Turn around and see the past in flame
Up ahead you see the future same
Realize for you a path has been laid
Realize you're in the razor game
Up ahead you see that crimson face
Cloven hoof behind you keeping pace
Realize for you a path has been laid
Realize you're in the razor game
No more, no more!
No more, no more please!
Up ahead you see that crimson face
Cloven hoof behind you keeping pace
Realize for you a path has been laid
Realize you're in the razor game
No more, no more!
Realize you're in the razor game |
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I'd Die For You///
words and music by J. Mazzucco
Seen seven wonders, you seen the grime
Crawl through the bulkhead and down tonight
Forever wonder if you'll be safe
You whisper prayers into my face
I seen you up there and you're beautiful, girl
I see you laughing with the crew
You seem to think that love is sold around the world
I know you give until it hurts-
And you give with no mercy... ah, ah
You seen your wonders, you seen your fakes
A painted mistress on the hull you pray to in lace
You've seen your serpent wrapped round the world
I hear you shipped out on the Cloud, full of fools gold
I seen you up there and you're beautiful, girl
I seen you laughing with the crew
You seem to think that love is sold around the world
I know you give until it hurts-
And you give with no mercy...
But I'd die for you
I drown in you
I'd die for you
I drown, I drown in you
You seen your hustlers, you seen your fakes
A painted mistress in the hull
You seem to think that love is sold around the world
I know you give until it hurts-
And you give with no mercy...
But I'd die for you
I drown, I drown in you
I'd die for you
In the ocean, child, yeah...
In the ocean, child, yeah...
In the ocean, child, yeah... |
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Bad Anna///
words and music by J. Mazzucco
Bad Anna...
That's bullshit, but it's how,
With a hired hand, there you are
It's getting hot now, they'll give it to ya-
People out there will set you off- hey!
Watch the phone calls, don't talk
They'll give it to ya- brush you out, in total!
Tuesday is a sucka, you bet- Anna dialed...
She dialed with intent you know
Don't say where they need to go
Don't call Philadelphia-
There'll be no one there to help you Bad Anna, Bad Anna
Listen to me!
Bad Anna- switch the channel, They'll sock it to ya
Don't say anything, just get out!
You better run! Better barrel, better barrel-
This time they're sending Shotgun Cheryl!
She dialed and bit down, you know
Don't say where they need to go
Don't call Philadelphia-
There'll be no one there to help you Bad Anna, Bad Anna
You better run! Better barrel Bad Anna!
Listen to me now, Bad Anna
Listen to me now, Bad Anna
You better run! Better run! Just get out of there!
Out! Out! Out! Out! Out! Out!!! |
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Thorns///
words and music by J. Mazzucco
Look- he's lonely and tired
His arm's on the right every night in the cold...
Dreams swans that have drowned
He can't look back to what was his own.
A true English garden grew there, he called it a home-
all choked with thorns
They fall on his head, nothing was said
They fall in a pattern, they can
God has a plan, so lets leave it alone
He's carefully guarding someone who passed on the pond-
all choked with thorn
No surprise, no suprise
True, he's regarded a man- the fault's all his own
the fault's all his own...
But a new sun is rising, and I can see Venus
And heavenly bodies will not come between us again
A new sun is rising, and I can see Venus ahead... |
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March From L///
words and music by J. Mazzucco
Buddah! Shiva! Liar! Robin! Williams! Jesus! Satan! Aw, Yeah!
Thor! Thor! Thor! Yeah...
Jesus! Islam! Liar! Robin! Williams! Jesus! Satan! Aw, Yeah!
Yeah... Yep... Jesus! Slayer! Liar! Robin! Williams! Koffi! Yuhas!
Aw, Yeah!
Thor! Thor! Yeah... Yeah...Rama! Shiva! Buddah! Jesus! Satan! Liar!
Satan! Liar!
Jesus! Judas! Yuhas! Robin! Williams! Leo! Sayer! Aw, Yeah!
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When Vultures Crawl///
words and music by J. Mazzucco
Night rolls past when vultures crawl
Time rolls back when vultures crawl
Kicking and screaming
"Nalhyulnyk"-
Plucking the liver and eyes out in the sun
Time rolls by
high when vultures crawl, vultures crawl- alley oop!
Kicking
and screaming "Nalhyulnyk"-
Plucking their liver and spine out in the sun
Time
rolls back when vultures crawl |
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All Thinned Out///
words and music by J. Mazzucco
You can read it in the pages- we're born to cry
You can see it in the faces of the Mother-Child
You can see it in your day jobs- make shit, wonder why
we're all thinned out
ba ba ba ba ba ba/ ba ba ba ba ba ba
We're all thinned out, there's no way around it
We're all thinned, everybody learn to swim, we got to get on out!
We'll never see it in this life again!
You'll never have an extraordinary friend, whoa, woah, yeah!
Hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt me-
you can see it in the papers, make shit wonder why
Hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt, hey don't doubt me now- don't
doubt me
Slip inside their side, take 'em toe to toe, tooth for tooth,
an eye for an eye! An eye for an eye!
We're all thinned out, is there's no way outta this mess?
We're all thinned, everybody learn to swim, we got to get up!
You'll never see it in this life again!
We'll never have an extraordinary friend, whoa, woah, yea
We're all thinned out.
They think we're all thinned out...
No. |
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and music © 2006 J. Mazzucco |
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Fly On The Wall/// live 06.06.06 - (wmv
video)
words and music by J. Mazzucco
Sippin in the city, I gotta cool off, gotta move off camera
watch that water- the hard strain sets me wild
It's insane from the heartland down to Alabama
Watch them all- four lanes and a WHY?
Who sends you all the damage
with your picture of a sheik and your lonely lovers dreams die
Who sends you by the camera
this rhythm!
Who sends you that antenna
with your picture of a freak then your lonely lovers dreams die
Who sends you all the damage-
Tell me who that rhythm's for?
Who's that fly on the wall?
Tell me who am I talkin for?
Who's that fly on the wall?
Make me say WHY?
Who stands you by the camera?
Shoobitty ba ba ba now what would you do?
What would you do now
Shut it out! Shut it out! Shut it out! Shut it out!
Make me say WHY?
Sippin in the city, I gotta cool off, gotta move off camera
watch that wall- four lanes and a WHY?
It's insane from the heartland down to Alabama
Watching us all- the heart strain sends me wild
Make me say WHY?
Who sends you all the damage?
Shoobitty ba ba ba now what would you do?
What would you do now
What would you do now
Shut it out! Shut it out! Shut it out! |
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2004 - 2018 J. Mazzucco
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