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Maybe this is more scaeagles bag?
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NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax This Colonel Sanders job is gettin' me down A crazy chicken chasing me all over town CHORUS: Psycho Chicken—what the fück? Bwak bwak bwak bwaaak bwak bwak bwak bwak bwaaak bwak Better run run run run run run run away I don't know just what to do He's got a grudge against Frank Perdue He's clucking a lot, but he's not saying anything I plucked him once—why pluck him again? CHORUS Colonel Sanders wants to cook his goose but Psycho Chicken's still on the loose ("Hmm, a little chickie—"BWAAK!! "OHH!!") They caught him down in Ohio They cut off his head and they put him in the oven They put him in a box right next to a roll Put some coleslaw around his legs and someone took him home Ate him for lunch and he tasted real fine ("BURP!") but the guy who ate him, he just lost his mind! |
I can't get no sleep
I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep Deep in the bosom of the gentle night Is when I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle, I fight dark forces In the clear moon light Without fear... insomnia I can't get no sleep I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry Gettin' stress, makin' excess mess in darkness No electricity, something's all over me, greasy Insomnia please release me and let me dream of Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath Tearin' off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I toss and turn without cease Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast At least a couple of weeks Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers But now I keep myself pepped Deeper still, that night I write by candle light I find insight, fundamental movement, uh So when it's black this insomniac take an original tack Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep |
I only smoke weed when I need to
And I need to get some rest I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty And on the count of three I pull back the duvet Make my way to the refrigerator One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me Greasy, insomnia please release me And let me dream about making mad love on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no relief I'm wide awake in my kitchen It's dark and I'm lonely Oh, if I could only get some sleep Creeky noises make my skin creep I need to get some sleep I can't get no sleep.... |
Thanks for all the lyrics. Your concern for me is overwhelming. It was just one night, though.:)
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Thanks Matt, now I have Dreamweaver stuck in my head! I haven't heard that song in forever.
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I hadn't either...and then last night while CP and I were in the kitchen doing dishes, it came on the radio. Freaky.
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Time to get a new radio. ;) |
I heard Dream Weaver used as the music for a really bizarre dark ride concept at IAAPA in 2001. It still haunts me.
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