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​The Basis Of Dubenglazy While Dirk Does The Dance

This song is by Yezda Urfa and appears on the album Boris (1975).

Shake up your cat, your hat, the rat is protesting
Smile at your bark, unscarf, king buttfish molesting
Common suck fin, begin, 6L6 tube testing
Don't you dare sit on my head!
Stalking the horse who's well fed
'Side over down' the egg said cautiously smoking

Hymn 1
Foreign manner silent ear-mite
Tied for second in the stand still
Choice wine, serve the royal guard
It's time to raise the yard God, beat the bag
Men of him we sing aloud and reach into our tiny homeland
Show us goodness, show us grace, and lead us to a bed

Won't you come to dinner, we'll be sure and pick a winner and abroad a pickled limo for sale
Promise you will do it, find your life before they screw it like the little lasting liken George Beak
Nineteenth century forward, over to the scrupulous partners while they're sticking muddled throw-up on
Longer lasting faster action torn between the outer and the inner markets going for sale
Thunder breaks the ceiling as the nuns are gently kneeling and they're praying for the rain to wash-out
Without any reason, to elapse from total meaning, fructus forming all around your knees

Round
Look on the playground making time, watching a misnomer say them swim ahead, talk to a rubber dead
Morning and nighttime soaking through, needles rancid beadsmen folklore, sun your face feed on the broken pool
Pay off the left hand, feed the right, what the hell is this here, talk slow, tear it off, lie for you should know
Far from the heart glow near the brain, buck-toothed periwinkle, opera, shiny floor, cream on it carpet store, take revenge...


Round
Look on the playground making time, watching a misnomer say them swim ahead, talk to a rubber dead
Morning and nighttime soaking through, needles rancid beadsmen folklore, sun your face feed on the broken pool
Pay off the left hand, feed the right, what the hell is this here, talk slow, tear it off, lie for you should know
Far from the heart glow near the brain, buck-toothed periwinkle, opera, shiny floor, cream on it carpet store, take revenge...

Sordid smiles, for us to take to church walk on through
Men with style, that pass within the boss spoil the view
Broken tooth, we stand fast, muster strength, wretching fool
Full house move, with dress too long to see, fragment thought
Oooooah eeeeekah oooooah eeeeekah eeeee

Hymn 2 (Hymn 1)
Flash, burn, sagging skin, melted metal mass church dig in
Fight over 20 years, soggy, milenia, token smokin' white
Haired old bear running off sideways, silica flour, free air
Twelve tone re-adjust, sew up, blow up, full time, arm us
Circle William blow on, kill them, show us dull erection,
Milk it till they forecast for snow

Hymn 3
Count the souls and piles of waste toward noon-day
Mandalay churchyard
Forceful crucifix of value, timeless as the scallions major
Change
Take regard and drop the circuit, witless taking with jaundice
In the end we'll all shine through and disregard who wins...