King Missile - Metanoia Lyrics
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Metanoia
Metanoia Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Metanoia By King Missile?
Bassinets, clarinets
Proletarion chariots Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi Glass cathedrals Anxious daffodils Falling off the window sill But better still a sleeping pill L-tryptophan's illegal Squirming unlearning Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Hellacool swimming pools Corperate tools vestibules Herring bones monotones Macrocosmic snowcones Stroking the ego Wrapping it up in swaddling clothes Anointing it with aluminum foil Squirming unlearning Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Aluminum siding salesmen Drowning in a sea of alliteration Relentlessly searching for Non existent clarity Big fat bluffin' anguished muffin Bad brain H.R. Puffinstuffin Dirty socks, onobox Goldilox and cream cheese Drunken boat billy goat Trapped in annete funnicello Full of fish and roses and the posies Squirming unlearning Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Swirling in a cloud of unknowing Quantum plumbing, the pineal gland The sixth chakra, the seventh seal Enveloping pelicans pecking at the crumbs Of enlightenment Retrograde planets plunging into the arms of america |
Who Wrote Metanoia By King Missile?
Chris Xefos, Dave Rick, John S. Hall, Roger Murdock
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What's The Duration Of The Metanoia By King Missile?The duration of Metanoia is 3:20 minutes and seconds. |
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