Turdburger from Neuborns by Dufus

Turdburger turdburger turdburger turdburger
Me qualong, long colon, bunghole la, long hole la, bunghole lalala

I posted your name inside the limousine I saw your mother in
And don’t you feel ashamed
No matter how they say your name
No matter who you’re with

Living in a bubble
Without a shovel or a pickaxe
We crumble quickly
No one knows your real name
Not even you
It almost like you never was

Babies crying
Wa kaka
Wa kaka
Wa kaka

In my sleep
Just before the biggest moment in my life
Turdburger
Turdburger
Turdburger
In my sleep
Between dreams
Dreams of love
Dreams of blood
Dreams of everything

Rats and insects pick all at my fortune
Rich as human never is
Meat and fishes spin around hell
Within the thoughtlessless
A knowing cog
Peter ate a donut
Do not know why
And somebody said
He wasting time on making sounds
No one knows your real name
Not even you
And Peter’s just a symbol of a man in want

Wait here
Wait here

Me qoolong bleed ah
Ooo we ooo we ooo wee
Ooo we ooo we ooo wee
Me qoolong bleed ah
Ooo we ooo we ooo wee
Ooo we ooo we ooo wee

Now is the point when the feeling is right
Now is the point when the feeling is right…

You are the afterchrist
The altering ego shock the hell to fuck
You are the afterchrist
The altering ego shock the hell to fuck
Me and you together
We build a bridge between the devil and god
Of course we wouldnt work there
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Not even death would scare us into working for you
And noone knows your real name
Not even you
It almost like you never was

Turdburger
In my sleep
Just before the biggest moment in my life
Turdburger
Turdburger
Turdburger
Turdburger
In my sleep
Between dreams
Dreams of love
Dreams of blood
Dreams of everything

Babies crying
Wa kaka
Wa kaka
Wa kaka

• Folk
• antifolk
• experimental acoustic
• freak folk
• indie
• indie folk
• Rochester