Rembrandt Pussyhorse

1. Creep In The Cellar - 2:05
2. Sea Ferring - 3:59
3. American Woman - 5:32
4. Waiting For Jimmy To Kick - 2:20
5. Strangers Die Everyday - 3:09
6. Perry - 3:31
7. Whirling Hall Of Knives - 4:44
8. Mark Says Alright - 4:07
9. In The Cellar - 3:18
10. Moving To Florida - 4:32
11. Comb - 4:57
12. To Parter - 4:20
13. Tornadoes - 2:36

Creep In The Cellar

Oh there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in
There's a hole in his brain where his mind should've been
When he starts talkin' backwards your head starts to spin
And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yow!

Oh there's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air
And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care
When the fists are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare
Cause the turkey's talkin' backwards, it'll raise up your hair
Oh there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let...in

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Moving To Florida

Well, well I been movin' down to Florida.
And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game.
Well I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida, child.
And I'm gonna dance one-legged off in the rain.
Now, they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man.
And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew.
When I go down Florida Way,
They're ain't no kind of sexual healing that I would not, could not, should
Not do, stick it right here.
Well I been movin' down to Florida.
I'm gonna potty train the chairman Mao.
I'm gonna make the governor write my doodoo a letter, child.
And I'm gonna grind me up a White Castle side out of India's sacred cow.
Well, I been movin' down Florida Way,
And I'm gonna build me the atomic bomb.
Well, I'm gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child.
Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here.
By this time I guess you've figured out about Florida.
Drink the muddy water in the Vaseline stain.
They be makin' tadpoles the size of Mercuries down in Florida.
That be tellin' Julio Iglesias what to sing, now.
Now, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man,
Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too.
When I go down Florida Way,
Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here.
Well I been goin' down to Florida.
Pole cats lie naked in the Seminole sin.
When I go down Florida Way,
Like Vince, I wanna' win.
Well I went down to Florida.
I got hurt.
I took the children down to Florida.
I stuck the dick down in the dirt.
Get that boy down to Florida.
Give him a switch blade.
Tell him what to do.

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To Parter

And all the sailors who were junkies
All went sailing out to sea
And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in the trees

And all the teachers who were flunkies
They all taught you and me
And the white men, I`ll be goddamned if they`re
still selling quaaludes to the monkeys
And they’re all, you and me, dying high up in the trees

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Moving To Florida