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Cross
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Electronic
Cross κυκλοφόρησε στις 5 Ιουνίου 2001 από Thirsty Ear Recordings ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Masses
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ΆλμπουμMasses
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας5 Ιουνίου 2001
ΕτικέταThirsty Ear Recordings
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια

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This is an advertisement for disaster
You're going to laugh on the other side of your mouth
I mo' blow my nose on your hankering
This is the third and final bout
And if you're getting in, then I'm getting out
This is a crime without passion
Blood washes away blood
I want to vent my spleen on the American dream
And soak the lens in vaseline
Exit the man... exit the man... exit the man with nine lives
You get on my wick - well, get off it
I'm going to burn the candle at both ends
I feel like I'm stuck in a maze met
With all dead ends
And I wonder where this all extends
This is a crime without passion (Without passion)
Blood washes away blood (Away blood)
I want to vent my spleen on the American dream
And soak the lens in vaseline
Exit the man... exit the man... exit the man with nine lives
This is the most transparent thing
That I ever didn't see
Spending all the time trying to think up things
For the autobiography
Don't I know you from somewhere before?
Weren't you a tonic to the nation?
When I saw you last, weren't you framed
By somebody else's latest Croatian?
You really know how to pollute a guy
You really know how to dilute a guy
You really know how to pollute a guy
You really know how to dilute a guy
You really know how to pollute a guy
You really know how to dilute a guy
This is a crime without passion
Blood washes away blood
Fraternise! patronise! deodorise! sanitise!
Not dirty, but the name is mud
I want to vent my spleen on the American dream
Not soak the lens in vaseline
Exit the man with nine lives
You wouldn't look so damned surrealist
If you didn't have an apple on your face
You're a blemish in my mind
A pockmark on the human race
You’re a waste of space!
Waste of space, waste of space, waste of space
This is a crime without passion
Blood washes away blood
Fraternise! patronise! deodorise! sanitise!
Mind a drought, face a flood
I want to vent my spleen on what I've seen
Not soak the lens in vaseline
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
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