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Ween Paintin The Town Brown Live 9

He's a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid [??] Cover it with gas and set it on fire He's a hobble with a wobble at the gang raid [??] Cover it

We gotta be tight, y'know Ok, here it goes That's more like it Ce soir, ajournai, et trois l'avec garcon Trouver poisson t'elle voux Jambon ou

The wind is howling and the time is right for fear In the emergence in the phosphorescent tears And all the hippies gonna lick the mind of god? They

Voodoo Lady Shakin' that stick and drivin' me crazy Your eyes look red and hazy Doin' that stuff that you do Messin' me up with your voodoo You

I don't know who u are I don't know who u want to be when I carbonate the test tube then u won't see me I've got a twin cab diesel combo it takes

makes me blue This thing gonna ? ? ? ? on the... Poopship, poopship destroyer On the poopship, poopship destroyer Let me jam all the frequencies on channel 2 I've been chewin' on this brownie

red Is it alive or is it dead I can't put my finger on it Scathe with a lathe All the days in the past I can't put my finger on it Is it brown,

solos) you eat dog meat mister richard smoker you're an Ono Yoker cognac and black coffee with the boys dancin' in your buster browns whirlin

saw my brother weepin' in the dead of the night I said, dude man, you feelin' alright gener said nothin' and continued to weep I caught papa gene ween