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AKA The Buddha of Suburbia 
Living in holes by the forest line Pushing the dirt from my eyes MC's are English and dig the hills Can't tell the boredom from the lies Screaming along in your underwear Vicious but ready to bore Sometimes I fear that the whole world is paved Sometimes but always in stores CHORUS So I'll wait until we ate Wait until we're full and all the same Full of blood, eating life and all it's got to give Mole Crickets going insane Down on all 6 in suburbia Boring myself in every way With great expections I get in your pants Musn't grumble at skidmarks and dew Screaming below your back garden Always bored and ready to spew CHORUS Nite after Nite after Nite Nite after Dig, dig, dig Fermer La Chat Nite after Nite Nite after Dig, dig, dig Fermer La Chat ||| The Last of The Creamer ||| The Mole Cricket ||| When You're A Ho ||| ||| Dirty Laundry, Dryer Sheets ||| The Dirty Socks Are Going To Smell ||| ||| Five Beers (by Mist) ||| Five Beers (by Aman) ||| Back ||| |