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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Rotten fodder
Crop, failureYour mother supressed you when you were a babyHitler's rotten fodderKeep your head off of my door
Fill your head with my thoughtsRotten fodder
Crop, failure
Second class...Rotten fodder
Test-tube failure
Second class specimen
Rotten fodderWhat do you call it when you go down
What do you call it when you fall downRotten fodder
Second class pestilenceKick your head off of my doorOh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh GodKeep your tongue out of my mouth

Keep your tongue out of my mouth
Keep your head out of my mouth
Keep your hands out of my mouth
Keep your toes out of my mouth
Keep your head out of my mouth
Keep your head out of my mouth
Keep your tongue out of my mouth
Keep your tongue out of my mouthKeep that tongue to its owner
Keep it attached to yourselfYourself [x11]

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Enigmatic, moody, and challenging, Britain's Wolfgang Press were one of the most mercurial talents of the post-punk era, restlessly moving from gothic noise to dark balladry to eccentric funk; paradoxically, the group was also the 4AD label's longest tenured artist -- even their stylish album packages were all the product of the same designer, Alberto Ricci. Formed in London in 1983, the Wolfgang Press comprised vocalist Michael Allen, guitarist Andrew Gray, and keyboardist Mark Cox.

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