тексты песен с синглов pumpkin ep и pumpkin 12”

01. Moody broody buddhist camp
02. Slick 66


Nine nine nine nine

One two one two (repeated)
Keep keep your head up

I don’t wanna die
The doors up and smokin’ (???)
So you must be jokin’
(???) On the chosen
I know we’re not real
You're real good (???)

We’re freaky and we’re fed up

For real for real
And you know the deal

What is hot? what is not?

I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna die
We ain’t invisible
Religion visible (???)
And the jokes on you
The jokes on you

Party to the look
Drugs in my community

I don’t wanna die

Now i’m the livin’ prostitute

I don’t wanna die

Four i’m…
Good salute to vamps
For me one two one one one one
Keep keep you head up
We’re freaky and we’re fed up
Pretending you’re a wierd one
What is hot? what is not?
Under god’s sun
You can do the press up
And you can put your chest up
I prefer to travel
If i leave wit’ you
They’ll drag me through the gravel
It’s to the sleigh
Look you’re it…
Jello then (???)
Everybody’s mad
Everybody to the lunacy
It’s too easy to find
Drugs in my community
One for the money
Two now i’m the…
Now i’m the livin’ prostitute
Three for forgettin’ how i feel
Four now i’m no longer real
We’ll leave the suckers and the vamps
Come join my moody buddist camp
And if you think i’m the fake up
Well wait around until i take off
Take off my makeup
My makeup
It’s the moody buddist camp
It’s the moody broody
It’s the moody broody buddist camp
Keep keep your head up

Look what i can do
Look what i can do
Look what i can do
Look what i can do
Feed me through the ring
Feed me through the ring
Look what i can do
I feel the spirit in me now
Ain’t nobody gonna split us apart
One day is come
Feed me through the ring
Look what we’ve become
What have we became?
Feed me through the ring
Look what I can do (x3)

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Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
Lived a little boy he was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said:
“Me and you tonight are gonna make some cash
Robbin’ old folks and makin’ the dash.”
They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease
He robbed another and another a sister and a brother
Tried to rob a man who was a duty undercover
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic
He said “Look kid, no need for static”
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the little boy was strapped
The kid pulled out the gun, he said “Why’d ya hit me?”
The gun was hang right for the cop’s kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure
“I’ll do years if I pull this trigger”
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Radios it to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
And due to expectations
He decided he’d head for the roadway stations
She was coming and he made a left
He was runnin’ top speed till he was out of breath
He knocked an old man down and swore he killed him
Then he made his move to an abandoned building
He ran up the stairs up to the top floor
And guess who he saw?
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope
Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap
He said “Hurry, hurry up and run!”
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun
He went outside but there was cops all over
He dipped into a car, a stolen Nova
He raced up the block doing 83
Crashed into a tree near a university
Escaped alive though the car was battered
Rat–a–tat–tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets but still he had static
Grabbed a pregnant lady, got out the automatic
Pointed at her head and he said
“Cops back off or the honey here’s dead”
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
He let the lady go and he starts to run on
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
Before long the little boy was surrounded
He dropped the gun, so went the glory
And this is the way I have to end my story
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh
Just another storye ’bout the wrong path
Straight and narrow while your soul gets cash

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