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Sgt. Scag - Cultination
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We need an innovative way to market to the kids. Let’s build an app.
And cryptocurrency to pay for social influence. Let’s make it fast.
Children get older every day if you feed them. Bento boxes full of crap.
Traditional methods are no longer effective. We need them to do what we ask.
Bring me the head of Berkner, her dance moves are tired. Her bands worse for the wear now. Choruses are uninspired.
Let’s start a cult. Let’s start it now.
Got the Jonestown button down retro look. Honey mustard short sleeve.
Got a crowd of rowdy 30 something year old’s still yelling cook. That’s nice but that’s not what we need.
We don’t need matching sneakers; we prefer you express your individuality.
Shave your head and wear this shirt. Tell your kids about us, sell your kids to us.
Well shoot em in a rocket that will meet up with a comet that will travel back in time so they can buy all our CD’s.
Bring me the head of Berkner, her dance moves are tired. Her bands worse for the wear now. Choruses are uninspired.
Let’s start a cult. Let’s start it now. We are a part of a Cultination.
There was a little friendly bridge, friendly bridge.
Wanted something bigger- just a smidge, just a smidge.
Wanted to be useful, wanted to help. Didn’t want to crumble quietly all by himself.
Maybe becomes a strip mall or a merry go round.
Maybe a shelter housing elder rescue bassett hounds.
Didn’t want to cross a river in our happy little town.
He dreamed of helter skelter burning branch Davidian compound. Friendly bridge, friendly bridge hey.
Let’s start a cult. Woah, Woah, Woah, etc.
Bring me the antenna of the red teletubbie. The accountant and agent of the tax evader Raffi.
The wheels from the bus, and a pube from each wiggle.
Their children, your children. Put to death the non-committals.
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You're Being Watched
01:51
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Slither 'round, body smashed, crawling on the floor
This is like no cockroach seen before
Gears mangled, circuits fried, legs twitching round
That's no insect on the ground!
All the ants, how they plot. Where's the mother brain?
Passing sugar traps, how do they abstain?
When they're crushed there's no guts, splattered round
That's no insect on the ground!
Scoop it up and throw it out, I'll be honest I have my doubts
You're being watched!
At every place you go.
You're being watched!
I'm not losing touch!
Just scan through the radio.
I'm not losing touch!
Moths hover just out of reach
Ignoring lights, they take a seat
Wings folded, antennae raise, signals out
That's no insect flying about!
Mosquitoes swarm no purpose needed, how they bite!
I can't kill them with all my might!
Poison fails, itchy arms, blood sample drawn
That's no insect flying 'round!
Scoop it up and throw it out, I'll be honest I have my doubts
You're being watched!
At every place you go.
You're being watched!
I'm not losing touch!
Just scan through the radio.
I'm not losing touch!
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Medical Advice
01:55
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