Mr. Bungle все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

My mom is better than
Your mom and your dad too
She knows nutrition well
That's why I'm trim & lean
Because she cooks
She cleans
She lies...she says
I'm handsome

A carnival for the human race
Cotton candy, happy face
A child talking with his mouth full
Girlfriend gets stuffed animal

A festive mood is all around
Another world is what we've found
Step right up, let's make a deal

Chemical Marriage

To chi chi koa kohg
To chi chi koa kohg

Mehnimm mehnimm
Manna mayou
Mehnimm Mehnimm

Nobler than Oedipus
Clairvoyant and toothless
Foreplay with no friends
Premature until the end

I've got a secret
Babbling senseless
No one will ever know

Ideas from the bottom of the ocean
Refracted by the different densities
Mr. Fisherman don't catch a full load
He just keeps floating on the surface endlessly

These morals are lines
Drawn around this shape of mine
Enclosed in the perfect design

Golem II: the bionic paper boy

Golem II: the self-perfecting
Lie-rejecting
Human mind correcting
Totem of the living
Self-organized, wrought from the clay
Our king by night, our slave by the day

Inside of me today
There is no one
Only asteroids and empty space
A waste

...They're looking through the windows at me...

Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare

They're shining searchlights in the sky
'Cause there's a new God in the sign
It says their map is not their terrier work
And then I broke my telescope
But that's the nature of the game
And you have to play

Bring back the pain of a god that's never blue

There's nothin' that I wouldn't do for you
Cuz I'm pottie trained like a great dane
Have a nice day
Incubus in disguise, lord of the flies
A pile of shit dressed up to appetize
The main course - degradation a la mode
You accept the invitation
I know how to treat a lady

Impotence
Boomerang
I'll stab you

Clumps of hair
In the sink
Who's hiding
Things from me?

Mendel's machines replicate in the night
In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light
He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud
They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds

With omega point in the sight
The new Franklins fly their kites
And the post modern empire is ended tonight

Hush me, touch me
Perfume, the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets
I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame I've got on my face
Cognac and broken glass
All these years I've been your ashtray

Ornithorhynchus anatinus - platypus

Sleeping geology
On the isolated shore
For millions of years

Experimental continent
On purpose or accident?

Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine

While I'm dulled by excess

I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceded to ping my pong
Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches
And I'll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, cuz here I come

He always runs while others walk
He acts while other men just talk.
He looks at this world, and wants it all,
So he strikes, like thunderball.
He knows the meaning of success.
His needs are more, so he gives less.
But he thinks that the fight is worth it all.
And he strikes, like thunderball.

You're not human
You're a miracle
A preacher with an animal's face

In your sexy
Neon smokescreen
Lie the supersalesmen of vanity

For those of you who care, an additional adder found the lyrics translated into english.

In Italian and then English:

"VIOLENZA DOMESTICA"

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