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It's a love song really (or the bitter end thereof)
frank zappa saxophones vocal harmonies shane ferguson
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One guy... weird stuff.
Porkys Revenge not really what you would call a band... it's just one guy locked up in his tower doing... things... various things... with some instruments and a computer.... Ham (Another Brother & TOPI).
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Other Alternative
Charts
Peak #557
Peak in subgenre #92
Author
Shane S. Ferguson
Rights
2007/2008
Uploaded
November 14, 2007
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:06
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Grazed Verse I I’m sorry that the blade just grazed your leg and refused to drive the point through The thick fog foreign pollywog is swimming towards the crystal orb within you And it’s not mine or of my blood line how could you have been so cruel I just have one thing left to say to you I’m ashamed that you felt you had to spread your legs for a little bit of affection From the man who stole from you and lied to everyone just to get his next injection Of it’s not right but I won’t fight if this is what you want to do I’ve just gotta get as far away as I can from you Chorus When you started snooping through my office (I felt emasculated) Just like when you found that dirty movie rent (it’s just a Broadway musical) Don Quixote, the Merry Barber and Sancho (with thy golden helmet) (of Lambrino there can be no hat like thee) Twist Because it doesn’t exist (it’s your imagination) It’s a self imposed (total brain lactation) Oozing naughty bits (of solo ejaculations) So it’s okay to make (unfounded accusations) Bridge Verse II I'm afraid that the way the gloves came off was a little bit offensive At the time my mind was caught up in a warp three military defensive To ward off the bombardment in progress which was striking at the core Of my soulless body being raped at his front door There you were there he was where my mind was will never be spoke of Again you hypocritical bitch I don’t even know where to begin or end This time with one last pissed off kiss goodbye this guy has torn apart your earth my sky time and time again good luck with him Time and time again Good luck to him Time and time again There’s a change in him But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a chump
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