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Another Body
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Throw another body in the basement
Throw another body in the basement
The rats will eat up what the feds don’t clean up
Cue that tumbleweed from stage right
Throw another body in the basement
Take it to the bottom and erase it
Bathing time with a twist of lime
Slough those bones right outta sight
Facilities breaking down at the edges
Vision blurs and shakes
I’d rather be late than straight
Un poco de motita y un chingo de chelas
I’d rather be late than straight
People’s echoes bump and scrape, sandpaper on a baby’s nape
Grab a shovel, slice the earth, dig the worms with all you’re worth
People’s echoes bump and scrape, sandpaper on a baby’s nape
Grab a shovel, slice the earth, dig the worms, I’ll take your worst
Throw another body in the basement
Throw another body in the basement
Who needs stones when yesterday’s
Bones break tomorrow’s dawn
Throw another body in the basement
Take it to the bottom and erase it
Heave, ho, look out below
Got a little back-up on the lawn
I’ll stop spinning around
When there’s someone to turn to who won’t let me down
I’ll stop spinning around
When there’s someone to turn to who won’t let me
Down the street, I’ll strip them gears
I’ve been asleep for thirty years
I’ll stick my fingers in my ears and
La la la la la la la la la
No more room in the basement
No more room in the basement
Who needs stones when yesterday’s
Bones break tomorrow’s dawn
No more room in the basement
Take it to the bottom and erase it
Heave, ho, look out below
Got a little back-up on the lawn
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Can’t you almost hear the wave of progress building
Veins and guttyworks rewired with copper shielding
A 10,000 kilocycle hum will augment anybody’s home
You’ll stay on top, you’ll never stop
They’ll have to drag you from the phones
There should be a protocol for that
48-bit processor underneath your hat
There should be a protocol for that
If only you weren’t human
You’d be so much more useful
If only you weren’t human
We’d program you to replace me
Efficiently
Done with Dewey, you can turn librariandroid
Get galvanized to ensure you’re never destroyed
Hey you just sitting there, don’t you think you’re bigger than your fears
Don’t you think your fears are just a mere program to shut down
Let us help you shut down
There should be a protocol for that
48-bit processor underneath your hat
Experiencing love and guaranteed to last
Why wait for the world of tomorrow, update now now now now
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Viewing through the cinematech, you can almost see the wave of progress breaking
Scattering cogs and whirring chassis’ on the shoreline
He who stops the sand of time erodes the beach of creation
These days, you gotta be grounded
You gotta be ground dead
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