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The Buzz - Galactic Cowboys
Closed society the avant guarded name the password
Tight lips tight lips
Broken spirit locked behind a painful stone cold chest
Reach into the valley of the shadow of success
Over the cold shoulder the cold shoulder
I can't breathe deep or roll away the stone
Sweet Jesus my relief
From tongues lashing
Blind eyes flashing trash can smiles
What am I talking on my youth
And I can't stop buzz on you
Limited words of infinite smallness
Peering back from the unknown
Mindless mayhem
Mindless mayhem
To the victor go the spoils
As long as that can stand on dead man's bones
Screaming from the devil's pulpit
Intellectual i****t incestual intellect
Open minds open mines
Like a lump in the throat incomplete
I'm coughing up my youth
I've got the buzz on you
What I'm talking on my youth
I've got the buzz
