Songs of the SALAD

Namedrops – Salad

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You get on a bicycle And bend the frame Samson in a cage Gave him some wine and Danish Man, was he depraved Raindrops, teardrops Give me some real

Cardboy King – Salad

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The conversation with his mother Then take his place inside the box And plaster one wall then the other Pictures do the work of words Adverts for the modern

NЎг1’s Cooking – Salad

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Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me) Money and pleasure make me tick, Enough to make

Yeah Yeah – Salad

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It’s snowing now, the air is growing cold I rubbed the dirt and stared in through the windowpane I almost lost my mind – ooh yeah They take you