LYRICS


Left my pickle
down there in the hay
Left my pickle
down there to lay
Lost your pickle
down there you say
Now your pickle
down there to stay

(CHORUS)
I don’t care ! Bout my pickle.

What’s my pickle
Mean to you
I do with my pickle
What I want to
Forget my pickle
What I say?
Fuck my pickle
Or leave it lay

(CHORUS)
Cause I don’t care
If you stare (all night)
At my pickle

Bring my pickle
Back to me
Leave my pickle
Where I want it to be
Love my pickle
Or let it brine
Touch my pickle
Now make it shine

Cause I don’t care
If you stare (oh lord)
I got no hair on my pickle

(BRIDGE)

Pickles aren’t there to abuse
Pickles get rotten
when they’re not in use
Take care of your pickle please
Take care of your pickle for me

Your pickle pleas
Your pickle pleas

What’s my pickle mean to you
I do with my pickle what I want to
Forget my pickle what I say
Fuck my pickle leave it lay
I don’t care ya ya ya ya ya
I don’t care no no no no

Bring my pickle
back to me
Leave my pickle
where I want it to be
Love my pickle - let it brine
Touch my pickle make it shine


(outro)

FUCK MY PICKLE

Pickle

David Bowie

If you think you are real boy
well you know that you could be wrong 
Mattel has made you a toy
Sub Pop has made you a song

*CHORUS*
Trudge On
It's alright 
You might be human yet
Keep On 
It's alright
Plug yourself into the TV set

Go to the doctor
if you think you're expiring
Only a couple of pills
to fix your faulty wiring

Trudge On
It's alright 
You might be human yet
Keep On 
It's alright
Plug yourself into the TV set

Light rectangle 
zone in on it 
it's part of you now
you just can't put it down
(X2)

Trudge On
It's alright 
You might be human yet
Keep On 
It's alright
Plug yourself into the TV set

There's a slot that you might fit in
If your plug has no free will
If you float on aimlessly 
You might be human still

You Might Be Human

Its a killing on the window
the flies are piling up
oh so willing to be let go
the lie in a body dump

oh no

heat distorts the vista
the mirage a silent plume
buzz contorts, eyes mist up
a visage of aerial doom

desperation sees a way home
a pane between being free
to fly and die all alone
a dead diptera dream

broken wings all tied up
haltere shriveling
sunken beings all dried up
such a shame to see

dissolution fogging up the glass
waiting for the breeze
absolution steals the living past
fresh air was the dream

just a fly you might say
annoying sound in your brain
buzzing round all fucking day
drives you wild and insane
and you curse as you chase
the window finally takes your place
catching what you could not
nuisance noose has made a knot
your relief has finally came
their death was not in vain

not in vain...
not in vain...

Dipteron(Jeff Goldoom)

A cowpoke riding the range.. watches his livestock get abducted by aliens.

Cowpoke!

I came into this world, with no cares at all
now i got so many slowly taking their toll
my mama she said, better get yourself clean
there is little chance you know 
you're gonna make it in the scene 

you better get a job working for the man everyday
besides its silly ~ selling other people your pain

you better cut your hair short
keep your face shaved 
put on a smile so you can get your pay
do what will to get your thrill
but let it be known you owe your mama them bonds

its another day at my dead end job
i put on my mask and i go punchin the clock
when the night before i was out getting my kicks
which explains why this morning im looking like this

my boss he says you better get your shit together son
you're a dime a dozen, 
there is hundreds others that'll do your job

you better cut your hair short
keep your face shaved 
put on a smile so you can get your pay
do what will to get your thrill
you're my time, boy your ass is mine

a few weeks later my girlie left me 
she said im not the man she thought i could be
cause i lost my job, cause i didnt care
but then i lost her cause i couldnt make rent

she said its over you slob 
I think you should probably get some help
you know you're acting like a child boy
its time to grow up and be a man 

thats why its my baby's fault my hair aint short 
i lost my smile the day she walked out my door
i am free to just be me
everybody knows that i dont owe them no bones

The Original

NIGEL - T.V.

A music trio hailing from the rain drenched hills of Seattle.

NIGEL

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