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4 Out Of 5 Soul Coughing Her knees thrust in one direction like a symbol of math, a symbol meaning Greater Than I come recommended by four out of five I'm a factor in the whole plan Four and five therefore nine Nine and nine therefore $300 Soul Coughing The five percent Nation of corduroy The five percent Nation of Marlboro The five percent Nation of pay per view The five percent Nation of nipple clamps The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley The five Casiotone Nation (Live) Soul Coughing The five percent Nation of corduroy. The five percent Nation of Marlboro. The five percent Nation of pay-per-view. The five percent Nation of nipple clamps. The five percent Nation of Milton Bradley. Sleepless Soul Coughing on television and the radio is on and the radio man is speaking and the radio man says women were a curse so men built Paramount studios and men built Columbia studios and men built Los Angeles it is 5 Screenwriters Blues Soul Coughing on television and the radio is on and the radio man is speaking and the radio man says women were a curse so men built Paramount studios and men built Columbia studios and men built Los Angeles it is 5 Bus To Beelzebug Soul Coughing Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All How Many Cans Soul Coughing How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says I Miss The Girl Soul Coughing How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness? How many times must I cash out To bring you back the check, fat Off of my slenderness? She says True Dreams Of Wichita Soul Coughing Signal got lost to the satellite Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg Blueeyed Devil Soul Coughing King of Siam Get the trouble frying. Spoon to the lighter to the lighter to the gun Devil lapsed out in a pool of sun Fully Retractable Soul Coughing Shooed out like a house fly This house was half my mind I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined But it's my right to waste your time These things May come to be and these things won't kill me and these Circles Soul Coughing When you were languishing in rooms I built to foul you in And when the wind set down in funnel form and pulled you in I don't need to walk around in circles When the ghostly dust of violence traces everything Collapse Soul Coughing I must accumulate Well the soil is rich Competition fat Ripe and vulnerable Oozing from the slats And too cash-heavy, bloated Sitting there all puckered up Index of numbers is Scrolling upscreen, scrolling Janine Soul Coughing South, With my hands on the wheel and your taste in my mouth, Janine, Jesus to my left, the Holland Tunnel on my right, Angels shine down from the traffic light, Janine, I fell asleep by the blue light of Unmarked Helicopters Soul Coughing land Unmarked Helicopters hovering The lord is coming soon Here comes the supercopter Here comes the noise it makes The demon was an idea The demon is awake The scratch marks left across the surface of White Girl Soul Coughing whole land unmarked helicopters hovering the lord is coming soon here comes the super copter here comes the noise it makes the demon was an idea the demon is awake scratch mark traced across the surface of Super Bon Bon (Propellerheads Radio Edit Ver.) Soul Coughing around in circles, Walk around in circles, walk around in circles, Walk around in Don't need to walk around in circles, Walk around in circles, walk around in circles, Walk around in When the ghostly dust of City Of Motors Soul Coughing Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail. Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail. Stack of tools in the oldsmobile. From the motor city to the city of dis. Paint Soul Coughing A murder of lawyers in overcoats. A murder of lawyers in overcoats. A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk. Sugar Free Jazz Soul Coughing wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help you at the automat and it's clear and clean as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Fossilize apostle and I comb it with a rake you can't escape you pull out Supra Genius Soul Coughing wax lie like a placemat won't lap or help you at the automat and it's clear and clean as sugar free jazz Schools he bombs, he bombs Fossilize apostle and I comb it with a rake you can't escape you pull out Moon Sammy Soul Coughing But that's OK, that's OK, you can do thatif you're wound up, full of tension, incoherent. Mr Bitterness Soul Coughing But that's OK, that's OK, you can do thatif you're wound up, full of tension, incoherent. Soundtrack To Mary Soul Coughing Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough. I know the sound that you made and I Can't seem to unremind myself. I hope you feel better later on. Disseminated Soul Coughing The Goat chewed up Once a tin can The Goat shat out was a Ford Sedan Like an eyeball Like a square cut Like a funny car Like a monster truck Call up bop and I'm bunting stomach Koko mop I chop chunking Bus To Beelzebub Soul Coughing As for my single self I had as life not be as live To be in awe of such a thing as I myself As for my own concern I had as think to think As keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn And at Houston Soul Coughing Ahe had a spare bag, she had lost some weight Where I used to work, she was a waitress She proposed a trade, it was generous She's gone to Houston, feel like I'm floating in a warm sea And if she finds out Uh, Zoom Zip Soul Coughing Zoom zip and uh wake up, uh zoom zip My eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and I roll to the floor fruit to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the zero the symbol Down To This Soul Coughing Nerves are up and the eyes all screwy Blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille My muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti Hack through the mess with a greased-up machete Hang from the axles of a box Maybe I'll Come Down Soul Coughing down She's on Laureate's turf, she's on Laureate's side She's in a better state, she feels a better fire And oh I dreamed a great parade, shooting all the guns in Brooklyn The man who had a spare held out