Dave Brockie Experience - Too Much Stuff | Текст песни

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Too much stuff
Too much stuff
I’ve got too much stuff
Too much stuff
Too much stuff
I’ve got too much stuff

A little calculator in my computer machine
A doctor with a rubber glove that keeps my butthole clean
A thing I got in Austria that pulls hair out my nose
A giant piece of wood that’s formed to keep track of my clothes

(chorus)

A car with wheels that sucks my life because it never moves
A penis that will help me with the taming of the shrews
A little boat with bells on it oh who could ask for more
I’ll sail my ship across the seas and fuck exotic whores

I’ve so much stuff
That I can’t see my stuff
But here are some prints by a guy named Heironymous
I’m addicted – addicted to stuff
Maybe I should go to "Stuff Anonymous"

(chorus)

A weird potato peeler that fills an entire room
A wardrobe trunk that’s densely packed with moldy pantaloons
A savage giant narwhal with a lacerated spleen
A moldy truss once worn by Freddie Mercury of Queen
Banana bread, etruscan head, a shoe once licked by God
A bunch of stinky band-aids rolled up in a smelly clod
The dark command of Sauron and a face that swarms with bees...
I’d give it all to you if I could find my fucking keys!

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