The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
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Real Lyric: I'm Blue, da ba dee da ba dai
The Misheard: I'm Blue, i was beat up and died
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Real Lyric: There's no sex in your violence
The Misheard: There's no sex in New Orleans
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Real Lyric: I wanna live this night forever
The Misheard: I want a liver snap forever
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Real Lyric: My world crumbles when you are not here
The Misheard: I wear goggles when you are not clear
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Real Lyric: You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille. Four hungry children and a crop's in the field.
The Misheard: ...four hundred children, propped up in bed
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Real Lyric: It’s two a.m.’ the fear has gone I’m sittin’ here waitin’’ the gun still warm Maybe my connection is tired of takin’ chances Yeah there’s a storm on the loose’ sirens in my head I’m wrapped up in silence’ all circuits are dead I cannot decode’ my whole life spins into a frenzy Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone the place is a madhouse’ feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go’ now that I’ve gone too far Help I’m steppin’ into the twilight zone the place is a madhouse’ feels like being cloned My beacon’s been moved under moon and star Where am I to go’ now that I’ve gone too far Soon you will come to know’ when the bullet hits the bone
The Misheard: It’s two a.m., the feelings gone I’m sitting here waiting, all alone Can’t find my connection, tired of taking my chances Yeah there’s a storm on the loose, sunbeams in my head Wrapped up inside I saw a circus of death I cannot reload my whole li
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Real Lyric: Pour some sugar on me
The Misheard: Walk around, shoot the ground, yeah!
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Real Lyric: We bought an old house on the Danforth.
The Misheard: We bought an old house on the down floor.
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Real Lyric: Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap.
The Misheard: Dirty deeds thundersheets
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Real Lyric: in his own mind he's the he's the dopest trip
The Misheard: but in his own mind he's the he's the doughnut strip
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