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Kill all the squirrels
04:18
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Kill all the Squirrels
Sitting high in that old tree
A tiny horned devil‘s watching me
With his furry fur he tries
Anything to disguise
I should have killed them all
I should have killed them all
As a good old friend to Bob
He seems to know that no one would
Try and do to him some harm
Seems it worked like a charm
No need to kill all the squirrels he told me
But I knew they are evil as you see
[Solo]
No need to kill all the squirrels he told me
But I knew they are evil as you see
As I turned my back on him
He jumped like hell off that tree
Who would know that they can fly
Right onto my neck this cannot be
I should have killed them all
I should have killed them all
No need to kill all the squirrels he told me
But I knew they are evil as you see
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2. |
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No mistakes (just deadly accidents)
Ain´t no right
Ain´t no wrong
Just don’t fight
Don’t go to strong
A light grip around your stick
And everthing should really fit
No mistakes
No mistakes
Rise
Your brushes
From their graves
We make no mistakes
Just deadly accidents
Take a look
At your work
Isn‘t it gorgeous
Your little pork
You said you tried to paint a bush
What the heck, I need some food
No mistakes
No mistakes
Rise
Your brushes
From their graves
Take some fresh oil
And start to paint
Tap on the canvas
You can’t do it wrong
We make no mistakes
Just deadly accidents
[Solo]
No mistakes
No mistakes
Rise
Your brushes
From their graves
Take some fresh oil
And start to paint
Tap on the canvas
You can’t do it wrong
We make no mistakes
Just deadly accidents
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3. |
My easel is shit
03:50
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My easel is shit
First day in I had a flaw
First tab made my easel fall
Made a loud noise so everyone looked
At me with disgust, I am so fucked
Come on now
You know: my easel is shit
Can’t fix it
Have tried to tighten the screws
Did not work so I have used
A big old stone behind the rigs
Kinda worked until it flicked
Come on now
You know: my easel is shit
I feel like a prig
It’s falling again
Again and again and again and again and again and again
[Solo]
Come on now
You know: my easel is shit
I feel like a prig
It’s falling over again and
Again and again and again and again and again and again
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4. |
Fluffy clouds of doom
03:43
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Fluffy clouds of doom
Take pthalow blue
With criss cross strokes
From left to right
Or use prussian blue
What the heck
Which ever fits you
Don’t look back
Blend them in
Mixing with the liquid white
Leave a light spot in the middle
Which shows the sun
Sky‘s done no need to fiddle
Fluffy clouds of doom
Fluffy clouds of doom
Use your nice fanbrush
With titanium white and go in
Fine tiny small little circles
Have fun and go wild
Fluffy clouds of doom
Fluffy clouds of doom
Use your brush with paint thinner
Stick your brush in - hmmmmm
Now beat the devil out of it
With light strokes fluff them all up
From all of us here
We wish you happy painting
And god bless my friends
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5. |
Colour on the wall
03:17
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Colour on the wall
Hell looks real nasty
Looks like a dump
Satan can´t stand it
Bob has to come
Satan must choose from
The latest dark colours
He can not decide
He has to ask others
Coffins will be pink
The turned cross so blue
Satan´s excited
Pipelines of blood
A party at Satan´s
The sinners are chilled
Satan is drunk
Everyone´s killed
The other morning
Satan awakes
All the nice colours
They have disappeared
Blood is all over
This shady place
The beast sees the ruins
Breaks down in tears
There’s a solution
He knows who to call
Bob is the one now
Rescues them all
Takes all his brushes
Drowns them in blood
All the dead sinners
Spending applause
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6. |
Happy trees of death
03:23
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Happy Trees of Death
Am I having fun
Sitting clueless
In front my desk
That guy is telling stuff
I don’t understand
Speaking English
To a stupid German
I think it is really enough
Look at the teacher
Painting that trunk
Painting that bark
Paint all those happy trees of death
All those colours
With different names
Different looking, too
What a shame
That I don’t know
What to do with
Just paint a big black stick
Put some brown oily stuff on
Look at the teacher
Painting that trunk
Painting that bark
Paint all those happy trees of death
With all those brushes
In different shapes
Looking like they are
Direct from homedepot
What they are for
even one is
shaped like a knife
for what? I can’t tell not
Look at the teacher
Painting that trunk
Painting that bark
Paint all those happy trees of death
Now look
At my sticks
Pretending to be
Like in real life
Which seems like a joke
That guy said
I’m doing a good job
But simply I think they are absolutely broke
Look at the teacher
Painting that trunk
Painting that bark
Paint all those happy trees of death
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7. |
Happy painting
04:00
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Happy Painting
Come on you guys and sit
He said and kept smilin‘
Take your stuff out and flick
To a new page while in
Pick a coffee and cookies
It’s fine - we’re all rookies
Don’t be shy and go fly
And happy painting
Happy painting
Happy painting
Happy painting
Let your imagine flow right
Through your heart
You need the dark to show light
Can you feel how it starts
Let your inspiration
Flow right outa your mind
Right while you go
Let loose and happy painting
Happy painting
Happy painting
Happy painting
Living out your whole fantasy
It’s your world
On the canvas and be
Sucked into
You let your hand be your ex
Tension of your will
Now show what you feel
And happy painting
Happy painting
Happy painting
Happy painting
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