What do you want with us?
What are you doing in the studio?
You're exposing yourself to art,
but you're not here at all.
And you're breaking up the band.
You dirty fucker.
The band can't keep a groove while you're around,
while you are in the midst.
You're constantly trying to hump the drummer's leg.
Now stop it.
Please go home.
The bass player is frantic.
The bass player is frantic.
And he's allergic to cats.
And you're making him.
And you are catatonic.
We're not releasing this.
You. You've been here ever since we've been recording this album.
You.
Some bands say we should write songs about you.
They'd be hits, but we don't want to do that.
* off.
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Please * off.
Why don't you * off?
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Please * off.
Why don't you * off?
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Goodbye.
* off.leased to * off by go out of a car
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Why don't you please * off?
Leave the studio.
We've got things to do.
No one wants to hang around with you.
Why don't you please * off?
Leave the studio.
We've got things to do.
No one wants to hang
around with you.
Why don't you please * off?
Leave the studio.
We've got things to do.
No one wants to hang
around with you.
There never were any gods.
There never were any gurus.
Guru.
You're all doing the work
of aliens.
You're selling Earth.
You're selling the Earth.
There never were any gods.
There
never were any gurus.
Guru.
You're all doing the work of aliens.
You're selling Earth.
You're selling the Earth.
There never were any gods.
There never were any gurus.
Guru.
You're all doing the work
of aliens.
You're selling Earth.
You're selling the Earth.
Homo superior in my interior.
You and me sir are homo sapien too.
I'm the cruiser.
You the loser.
You and I sir are homo sapien too.
Homo superior in my interior.
I'm the shy boy.
You're the coy boy.
You dirty fucker.
Why don't you please * off?
Leave the studio.
We've got things to do.
No one wants to hang around with you.
Why don't you please * off?
Leave the studio.
We've got things to do.
No one wants to hang around with you.
Why don't you please * off?
Leave the studio.
We've got things to do.
No one wants to hang around with you.
The bass player is frantic.
The bass player is frantic.
And he's allergic to cats.
And
you're making him.
And you are catatonic.
We're not releasing this.
You dirty fucker.
You dirty fucker.