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When Worlds Collide
No vitality cool out coroner
Cool out coroner
Cool out cool out cool out today
With your white chalk sketching sketching
Bullet proof glass mandolin speakers
Hopping with downgraded joy
Distortions can rot, like it or not, squeaky clean with his chamber pot
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My gangs donât die my gangs multiply
Ghost riders in the mother fucking sky
Call up the ropes, forget the e-mail
Tortoise and the hare, lightning riding snail
No discovery cool out coroner
Cool out cool out cool out today
Flesh on slabs, box trot canvas
Normal virgins pimpinâtotal abandon
La la la la la la la la la la
Iâm not the one to think deep or street speak
Think fab focus over drinks and cheat sheets
Under the cover of madness glad bags can handle body parts
But Iâm just killinâ microphones and murderinâ art
Gloominâ doominâ Iâm just wonderinâ where wonders bloominâ
Back into focus and the future wasnât just assuminâ
Tick to the tack toe the telemetries in go mode yoâ whatâs up death never mind becauseâ¦
My gangs donât die my gangs multiply
Ghost riders in the mother fucking sky
Call up the ropes, forget the e-mail
Tortoise and the hare, lightning riding snail
No discovery cool out coroner
Cool out cool out cool out today
Flesh on slabs, box trot canvas
Normal virgins pimpinâtotal abandon
La la la la la la la la la la