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Rodan
He’s not a sculptor like they say Tho’ he looks like he’s molded out of potter’s clay A prehistoric monster from by-gone days But he don’t really mind it all anyway
Hey Come On Yeah, etc...
He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He can’t fake it because he’s got a beak on He’s got his grip on down
Lived in Japan for most of his life He wanna take himself a trip just to see all the sights He’s got his trunk packed up ready for the flight That pterodactyl knows he don’t fly by night
Right Come On Yeah, and so on ...
He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He can’t fake it because he’s got a beak on He’s got his grip on
Rodan
Cruisin’ Appalachia now look at him fly He spots a barbecue below, a couple redneck guys He wanna score some ribs and American pie When the sweat-stained honkies shot him outta the sky
Hey who’d you eat today Leave ‘em out to decay That’s why they’re draggin’ the bay
Oh but ain’t that the way He’s a member of the NRA
Hey Hey What’d I say That’s why they’re draggin’ the bay
Oh but ain’t that the way
Tell me what’d I say
Miscellaneous
Rodan
Part of these releases
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- Track 2 on Rusty
- 1 Bible Silver Corner
- 3 Everyday World of Bodies
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