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I’m pullin' the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The slopin' companion, I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash
Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees
Smegma, Dogmatagram, fish market stew
Police in the corner, gunnin’ for you
Apple toast, bed heated, fur blanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
Please don’t do that
Control for smiler's can’t be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not
Maybe so and maybe not

Maybe so and maybe not
Maybe so and maybe not
Was it for this my life I sought?
Control for smiler's can’t be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Was it for this my life I sought?
Was it for this my life I sought?
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not
Maybe so and maybe not
Maybe so and maybe not
...

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The last thing The Honeydogs' lead singer songwriter, Adam Levy, wants his band to be is a Sunshine Committee. You know, the cloying co-workers who attempt to bring a little Trojan Horse happiness to the dysfunctional corporation on the eve of mass layoffs with flowers, pizza, ribbons, lace, and cupcakes? No, the Honeydogs have chosen a tough path, singing about serious subject matter always avoiding the maudlin and producing some music of great emotional intensity, complexity and beauty.

Read more about The Honeydogs on Last.fm.


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