Quebec And Back
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โฑ๏ธ 4:07 duration
๐ ID: 255005
๐ Lyrics
We've mined calculated sleaze
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
I withstood an unwound mortal coil
At the hands of deputized beauticians
This hundred pound torso broils
In the Gap ads and plastic slag of New Britain
Unmanned imaginarium, I implore you
On your gut-caked eve
Pull me from Los Angeles' large intestines
And the teeth of Charlton Heston's fleas
The nail-biter stratagem hallmark
Constitute the rock layers of this product push
That ethical value base doesn't change how you taste
Or the law's arch
As known by this war headed octopus
Your rogue circles are nudged and summed
As mere collagist's twig kraut
So sell those selves with infomercial aplomb
And a face-fitting pig snout, figure it out
Canucks! Canuck!
Open your arms, ask yourself
"Am I dangerous or endangered?"
I may imagine my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
And I may dream my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
But I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
The jackknifing rancor of your thousand eyed face
Lends itself to militarized hobnobbing with Don Johnson
I leave cracked icing on course to some galvanized base
And I barren showy spouse for snowy alps
Cradling political asylum
Green room signee! In piss-colored gold
Spooning chef salads onto cartoonists' cleft palettes
You'll be detuned and dyed peach to hit the mother load
But this is what you'll die from
"Go into the Canadian consulate like..."
We've mined calculated sleaze
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
I may imagine my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
And I may dream my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
But I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
We've mined calculated sleaze
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
We've mined calculated sleaze
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
I withstood an unwound mortal coil
At the hands of deputized beauticians
This hundred pound torso broils
In the Gap ads and plastic slag of New Britain
Unmanned imaginarium, I implore you
On your gut-caked eve
Pull me from Los Angeles' large intestines
And the teeth of Charlton Heston's fleas
The nail-biter stratagem hallmark
Constitute the rock layers of this product push
That ethical value base doesn't change how you taste
Or the law's arch
As known by this war headed octopus
Your rogue circles are nudged and summed
As mere collagist's twig kraut
So sell those selves with infomercial aplomb
And a face-fitting pig snout, figure it out
Canucks! Canuck!
Open your arms, ask yourself
"Am I dangerous or endangered?"
I may imagine my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
And I may dream my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
But I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
The jackknifing rancor of your thousand eyed face
Lends itself to militarized hobnobbing with Don Johnson
I leave cracked icing on course to some galvanized base
And I barren showy spouse for snowy alps
Cradling political asylum
Green room signee! In piss-colored gold
Spooning chef salads onto cartoonists' cleft palettes
You'll be detuned and dyed peach to hit the mother load
But this is what you'll die from
"Go into the Canadian consulate like..."
We've mined calculated sleaze
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
I may imagine my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
And I may dream my way to
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
But I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
I'll probably die on the way to...
Quebec and back, Quebec and back
We've mined calculated sleaze
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
We've mined calculated sleaze
For countless fortnights, for this forthright
Canny canning
So we plead for what you can't believe
And career suicide, poolside
By the candied landing
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.09] We've mined calculated sleaze
[00:02.67] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[00:06.69] Canny canning
[00:08.79] So we plead for what you can't believe
[00:12.40] And career suicide, poolside
[00:16.23] By the candied landing
[00:18.67] I withstood an unwound mortal coil
[00:23.06] At the hands of deputized beauticians
[00:28.06] This hundred pound torso broils
[00:33.11] In the Gap ads and plastic slag of New Britain
[00:37.65] Unmanned imaginarium, I implore you
[00:42.33] On your gut-caked eve
[00:47.37] Pull me from Los Angeles' large intestines
[00:52.12] And the teeth of Charlton Heston's fleas
[00:57.26] The nail-biter stratagem hallmark
[01:01.58] Constitute the rock layers of this product push
[01:06.63] That ethical value base doesn't change how you taste
[01:09.29] Or the law's arch
[01:11.15] As known by this war headed octopus
[01:16.16] Your rogue circles are nudged and summed
[01:20.91] As mere collagist's twig kraut
[01:24.99] So sell those selves with infomercial aplomb
[01:30.47] And a face-fitting pig snout, figure it out
[01:35.69] Canucks! Canuck!
[01:37.41] Open your arms, ask yourself
[01:40.11] "Am I dangerous or endangered?"
[01:44.92] I may imagine my way to
[01:47.39] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[01:49.67] And I may dream my way to
[01:52.02] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[01:54.44] But I'll probably die on the way to...
[01:56.86] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[01:59.10] I'll probably die on the way to...
[02:01.82] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[02:04.45] The jackknifing rancor of your thousand eyed face
[02:08.60] Lends itself to militarized hobnobbing with Don Johnson
[02:13.65] I leave cracked icing on course to some galvanized base
[02:18.42] And I barren showy spouse for snowy alps
[02:21.07] Cradling political asylum
[02:23.42] Green room signee! In piss-colored gold
[02:27.93] Spooning chef salads onto cartoonists' cleft palettes
[02:32.53] You'll be detuned and dyed peach to hit the mother load
[02:37.83] But this is what you'll die from
[02:41.51] "Go into the Canadian consulate like..."
[02:43.45] We've mined calculated sleaze
[02:46.28] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[02:49.70] Canny canning
[02:52.19] So we plead for what you can't believe
[02:55.59] And career suicide, poolside
[02:59.56] By the candied landing
[03:01.64] I may imagine my way to
[03:04.40] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:06.45] And I may dream my way to
[03:08.81] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:11.30] But I'll probably die on the way to...
[03:13.95] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:16.33] I'll probably die on the way to...
[03:18.73] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:25.34] We've mined calculated sleaze
[03:29.69] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[03:33.04] Canny canning
[03:35.68] So we plead for what you can't believe
[03:39.04] And career suicide, poolside
[03:42.44] By the candied landing
[03:44.79] We've mined calculated sleaze
[03:48.50] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[03:51.96] Canny canning
[03:54.55] So we plead for what you can't believe
[03:58.02] And career suicide, poolside
[04:01.73] By the candied landing
[04:03.87]
[00:02.67] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[00:06.69] Canny canning
[00:08.79] So we plead for what you can't believe
[00:12.40] And career suicide, poolside
[00:16.23] By the candied landing
[00:18.67] I withstood an unwound mortal coil
[00:23.06] At the hands of deputized beauticians
[00:28.06] This hundred pound torso broils
[00:33.11] In the Gap ads and plastic slag of New Britain
[00:37.65] Unmanned imaginarium, I implore you
[00:42.33] On your gut-caked eve
[00:47.37] Pull me from Los Angeles' large intestines
[00:52.12] And the teeth of Charlton Heston's fleas
[00:57.26] The nail-biter stratagem hallmark
[01:01.58] Constitute the rock layers of this product push
[01:06.63] That ethical value base doesn't change how you taste
[01:09.29] Or the law's arch
[01:11.15] As known by this war headed octopus
[01:16.16] Your rogue circles are nudged and summed
[01:20.91] As mere collagist's twig kraut
[01:24.99] So sell those selves with infomercial aplomb
[01:30.47] And a face-fitting pig snout, figure it out
[01:35.69] Canucks! Canuck!
[01:37.41] Open your arms, ask yourself
[01:40.11] "Am I dangerous or endangered?"
[01:44.92] I may imagine my way to
[01:47.39] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[01:49.67] And I may dream my way to
[01:52.02] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[01:54.44] But I'll probably die on the way to...
[01:56.86] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[01:59.10] I'll probably die on the way to...
[02:01.82] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[02:04.45] The jackknifing rancor of your thousand eyed face
[02:08.60] Lends itself to militarized hobnobbing with Don Johnson
[02:13.65] I leave cracked icing on course to some galvanized base
[02:18.42] And I barren showy spouse for snowy alps
[02:21.07] Cradling political asylum
[02:23.42] Green room signee! In piss-colored gold
[02:27.93] Spooning chef salads onto cartoonists' cleft palettes
[02:32.53] You'll be detuned and dyed peach to hit the mother load
[02:37.83] But this is what you'll die from
[02:41.51] "Go into the Canadian consulate like..."
[02:43.45] We've mined calculated sleaze
[02:46.28] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[02:49.70] Canny canning
[02:52.19] So we plead for what you can't believe
[02:55.59] And career suicide, poolside
[02:59.56] By the candied landing
[03:01.64] I may imagine my way to
[03:04.40] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:06.45] And I may dream my way to
[03:08.81] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:11.30] But I'll probably die on the way to...
[03:13.95] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:16.33] I'll probably die on the way to...
[03:18.73] Quebec and back, Quebec and back
[03:25.34] We've mined calculated sleaze
[03:29.69] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[03:33.04] Canny canning
[03:35.68] So we plead for what you can't believe
[03:39.04] And career suicide, poolside
[03:42.44] By the candied landing
[03:44.79] We've mined calculated sleaze
[03:48.50] For countless fortnights, for this forthright
[03:51.96] Canny canning
[03:54.55] So we plead for what you can't believe
[03:58.02] And career suicide, poolside
[04:01.73] By the candied landing
[04:03.87]