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Omnivore

I love you, I need you
Give me more, feed me
I love you, I need you so much
Feed me, give me more
 
I must always, always eat
I am obsessed with food
I eat everything
but it must be young and crispy
it should be tender
Preferably without bones
and it must be fresh
because then you don't need to cook it, no you don't
 
I love you, I need you
Give me more, feed me
I love you, I need you,
Feed me, give me more
 
Tender peas, young beans
Sometimes live in my belly
Calves, piglets and fine lambs
and there starts the dilemma,
small fawns, fat chicks
and there starts the fascination
I eat like a pig
Stuff everything in me
 
I love you, I need you
Give me more, feed me
I love you, I need you
and everything goes better with music
omnivore, omnivore*
omnivore, omnivore
omnivore, omnivore
omnivore, omnivore
 
I eat, eat, eat, eat
shove it all in my face
Pets, meat, my own pain
but it must be tender and crispy
Fresh animals, sometimes cake
sometimes my mouth allows
old things, I don't eat them
every day young meals
 
I love you, I need you
Give me more, feed me
I love you, I need you,
and everything goes better with music
omnivore, omnivore*
omnivore, omnivore
omnivore, omnivore
omnivore, omnivore
 
Omnivore, omnivore,
I love you
Omnivore, omnivore
I need you so much
Omnivore, Omnivore
Feed me
Omnivore, Omnivore
Give me more
 

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Bong room

You can guess where I am when you're looking for me
Here everything makes sense, here I am well
I am in the bong room the whole day
What I'm doing now? I'm chilling in the bong room
And if you've ever been there there's no turning back
Here you get your life in order again and you find happiness
The whole day in the bong room
What I'm doing now? I'm chilling in the bong room
 
My eyes red, weed green, teeth yellow, lung black
Harzed* around the whole day until I got hungry
Feed flash, çüş lan, I feel like eating sweets!
Let's order something or do you have anything in your fridge?
The whole room full of smoke of the very best herb
My longpapes used up and the lighter stolen, ah
But you know this as well
Hotbox - don't open the window or else!
Haze is in the air, I bathe in this smell
In the bong room for days and buffing for days
Babalike Kush, don't talk such shit, ah
Let yourself go and forget your worries
Put your feet up and enjoy your day
Airplane mode on - I'm not avaible for anyone
Ten grams of Ott**, A+ pot
Got 99 problems, but none with weed, yeah
 
You can guess where I am when you're looking for me
Here everything makes sense, here I am well
I am in the bong room the whole day
What I'm doing now? I'm chilling in the bong room
And if you've ever been there there's no turning back
Here you get your life in order again and you find happiness
The whole day in the bong room
What I'm doing now? I'm chilling in the bong room
 
I roll Dutch**** like the producers of New Kids
No friens, but my dealer visits me
Your joint as slim as a q-tip - my joint so fat that you're bleeding
I invite you to my bong room, bring pizza along if you're cool
I can see the universe through the smoke
how all small humans are moving on the earth
walking back and forth, to work, to their home
waiting and buying in the anthill
Wars and weapons, the rich in power
no time for schemes and lies - I need to smoke
They only love each other when they hate the same things
That's why I'm lying here, there's nothing awesome to miss
Only panic alarm in the rat race, how they still sugar coat everything
Grotty jobs in the beehive but they sacrifice their life to the queen
Resin, love and something to build, they think we smoke weed because we're stupid
Let's smoke weed over this***, we just feel well in this cave
They prefer to bathe in blood, still easier than good deeds
and where all this leads is a good question
That's why I chill there where I still have some peace and quite
Always write songs in the bong room and form things, it's bong room
even better than sex because I always cum, I have children - in the bong room (a, ha, lol)
 
You can guess where I am when you're looking for me
Here everything makes sense, here I am well
I am in the bong room the whole day
What I'm doing now? I'm chilling in the bong room
And if you've ever been there there's no turning back
Here you get your life in order again and you find happiness
The whole day in the bong room
What I'm doing now? I'm chilling in the bong room
 
Because I forget everything because I smoke weed
I finally need to stop smoking´weed
but I forgot about it
because I smoke too much weed
Because I forget everything because I smoke weed
I finally need to stop smoking´weed
but I forgot about it
because I smoke too much weed
because I smoke too much weed
 
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Pump Is Lying On The Bridge

Pump is lying on the bridge -
It fell off the wagon.
Pile of horse shit's in the ditch -
Mares are stupid nags all.
 
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You are neither my prayer, nor my curse

Here you put the end to this love
now you are neither my prayer, nor my curse
you accompanied yourself to obscurity
now you are neither my prayer, nor my curse
 
For years I've been burning with love in vain
I've been thinking of you as my beloved, my friend
it appears that I was under a delusion, you were nothing
now you are neither my prayer, nor my curse
 
you are not a rose, but a thorn in my heart bond
you are a dishonour on the grave of my love
now you are dead, in my opinion
now you are neither my prayer, nor my curse
 

Spider-spider-spider

Spidy-spider, climbed on her web,
Then came a heavy rain, took the spider away.
Sun dearest dryed the rain,
Spidy-spider climbed her web again.
 
Anty-ant, carrying a twig,
diligently working, always scyrrying.
Almost ready, is the fine ant's nest,
Anty-ant, carrying a twig.
 
Crick-cricket, playing his violin,
Jumping here and there, in the hay field.
Little bluebell, going to sleep,
Crick-cricket, playing his violin.
 
Mosqy-mosquito, buzzing in her flock,
Summer day passes, in that hustling.
Night shadows arrive, wings glistening,
Mosqy-mosquito, buzzing in her flock.
 
Spidy-spider, spinning her web,
Litlle bird flies there to see.
Sun set far beyond the mountain,
Spidy-spider, spinning her web.