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The Bends `Mr. Bungle`

you've got the bends... the bends... the bends... the bends...

None Of Them Knew They Were Robots `Mr. Bungle`

Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St.

Carry Stress in the Jaw `Mr. Bungle`

Powder grinding mouthful Pull the day from the nocturn Sonmiloquist is the nightmare\''s song \"In the multiplied objects of the external world I had no thoughts but for the teeth...and of Bernice

Slowly Growing Deaf `Mr. Bungle`

As the congregation grows The lung of solitude deflates To my ears the greatest sin Feel a bit like Beethoven Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst Exiled to the inner voice, difference is...

Carousel `Mr. Bungle`

up, let's make a deal Ride the ferris wheel You know there's something lurking underneath the shape With a mask over it's head and makeup on his face Will Warner Brothers put our record on the shelf

Vanity Fair `Mr. Bungle`

You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face In your sexy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity Even your shadow worships you In your jungle solitude With the orgies

The Holy Filament `Mr. Bungle`

In fiber optic illusion The flickering eyes By flourescent lights Supplicate before machines, Self-reflecting The legend of modernity: The phosphenes explode God's eternal strobe Through the holy

Merry Go Bye Bye `Mr. Bungle`

They're shining searchlights in the sky 'Cause there's a new God in the sign It says their map is not their terrier work And then I broke my telescope But that's the nature of the game And you have

Pink Cigarette `Mr. Bungle`

Hush me, touch me Perfume, the wind and the leaves Hush me, touch me The burns, the holes in the sheets I'm hoping the smoke Hides the shame I've got on my face Cognac and broken glass All these

Egg `Mr. Bungle`

Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Egg...

Golem Ii: The Bionic Vapour Boy `Mr. Bungle`

Golem II: the self-perfecting Lie-rejecting Human mind correcting Totem of the living Self-organized, wrought from the clay Our king by night, our slave by the day Giga-giga-gilgamesh What do you

Desert Search for Techno Allah `Mr. Bungle`

All but the truth - forget And from this union cup We will drink wine tonight Qiyamat qiyamat a tawil\'' Qiyamat qiyamat insan al kamel Haqiqat itself is drunk So drinks the Hidden Imam Pride

The Air-Conditioned Nightmare `Mr. Bungle`

Inside of me today There is no one Only asteroids and empty space A waste ...They\''re looking through the windows at me...

Sweet Charity `Mr. Bungle`

Save me The heavens have opened The storm is over So let's start the parade...

Ars Moriendi `Mr. Bungle`

He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts on the red wind \"In extremis\" He who leaps across the precipice He who steals pearls from the ashes \"Ride si sapis\" 'Ave atque vale' I shall rise

Squeeze Me Macaroni `Mr. Bungle`

and and then give it the gas Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled With Big Mac he'll fuck it like a Chicken

Platypus `Mr. Bungle`

Ornithorhynchus anatinus - platypus Sleeping geology On the isolated shore For millions of years Experimental continent On purpose or accident?

Goodbye Sober Day `Mr. Bungle`

Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way...

Goodby Sober Day `Mr. Bungle`

Your lips say one thing But the drugs say another How can I massage This inter-galactic ulcer? Goodbye sober day Hello milky way...

Retrovertigo `Mr. Bungle`

Before you advertise All the fame is implied With no fortune unseen Sell the rights To your blight Time-machine While I'm dulled by excess And a cynic at best My art imitates crime Paid for by

Quote Unquote `Mr. Bungle`

All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness

Dead Goon `Mr. Bungle`

Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless Kids can be so cruel No one will ever know Smash the feeling Suckle the

The Girls of Porn `Mr. Bungle`

Okay, all you pus-sucking motherfuckers out there It's time to win a chance to butt-bang Your daughter's tight virgin cherry ass to caller #666 The urge is too much to take All I can think about

My A*s Is On Fire `Mr. Bungle`

Impotence Boomerang I'll stab you Clumps of hair In the sink Who's hiding Things from me?

My Ass Is On Fire `Mr. Bungle`

Impotence Clumps of hair I'll stab you Boomerang In the sink Who's hiding Things from me?

Everyone I Went to High School with Is Dead `Mr. Bungle`

summer rolls by And I can't help but feel pain All those familiar faces Come back to haunt me again Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew them at all I always felt far away Beside them there in the

Stubb (a Dub) `Mr. Bungle`

Treading underfoot and stinking ass Hold the door aside and let her pass Glaucoma Reflections of a bloated lie A life stored in your cloudy eye Now it's time to say goodbye Stubb a Dub will never

Phlegmatics `Mr. Bungle`

I awake covered in snot Dreamt I swallowed my teeth And tried to cough them up Pulmonate gastropod Oh, for insomnia! Render me proficient If not at least useful

Backstrokin' `Mr. Bungle`

Happy to be backstrokin' (do dat do dat do dat dat do dat...) Fartin', pissin', and strokin' my fucking dick

After School Special `Mr. Bungle`

My mom is better than Your mom and your dad too She knows nutrition well That's why I'm trim & lean Because she cooks She cleans She lies...she says I'm handsome Once dad hit me so hard Mom felt it on...