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Freak Kitchen The Monster Hit Lyrics
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FREAK KITCHEN
- The Monster Hit Lyrics / with translationsMy fingers itch and so does my mind
I sit here with my guitar about to write music of some
kind
The latest weeks of pasta has turned my belly into a
balloon
And the lack of toilet-paper has made me look like a
baboon
Maybe I should try to write a Mc Donald´s-kind-of-song
Real easy to chew for everybody from Oslo to Hong Kong
The bills have to be paid and the dogs have to be fed
I dig and I dig for a profitable hookline in my head…
But when we think we got it
Our million dollar hit
We throw the chords around a bit
And no one understands it
It´s kinda hard to admit
Our expected monster hit
Has turned into a pile of shit
And no one understands it
No one understands it…
I sit here with my guitar about to write music of some
kind
The latest weeks of pasta has turned my belly into a
balloon
And the lack of toilet-paper has made me look like a
baboon
Maybe I should try to write a Mc Donald´s-kind-of-song
Real easy to chew for everybody from Oslo to Hong Kong
The bills have to be paid and the dogs have to be fed
But when we think we got it
Our million dollar hit
We throw the chords around a bit
And no one understands it
It´s kinda hard to admit
Our expected monster hit
Has turned into a pile of shit
And no one understands it
No one understands it…
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