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TERRORVISION Song Lyrics

 Album:

"Formaldehyde"


1) Problem Solved
2) Ships That Sink
3) American TV
4) New Policy One
5) Jason
6) Killing Time
7) Urban Space Crime
8) Hole For A Soul
9) Don't Shoot My Dog
10) Desolation Town
11) My House
12) Human Being
 Album:

"Shaving Peaches"


1) III Wishes
2) Josephine
3) Hypnotised
4) Can't Get You Out Of My Mind
5) In Your Shoes
6) Swings And Roundabouts
7) Day After Day
8) Left To The Right
9) Cantankerous
10) Tequila
11) Vegas
12) Babyface
13) Spanner In The Works
14) When I Die
15) On A Mission
 Album:

"How To Make Friends And Influence People"


1) Alice What's The Matter
2) Oblivion
3) Stop The Bus
4) Discotheque Wreck
5) Middleman
6) Still The Rhythn
7) Ten Shades Of Grey
8) Stab In The Back
9) Pretend Best Friend
10) Time O The Signs
11) What The Doctor Ordered
12) Some People Say
13) What Makes You Tick
 Album:

"Regular Urban Survivors"


1) Enteralterego
2) Superchronic
3) Perseverance
4) Easy
5) Hide The Dead Girl
6) Conspiracy
7) Didn't Bleed Red
8) Dog Chewed The Handle
9) Junior
10) Bad Actress
11) If I Was You
12) Celebrity Hit List
13) Mugwump


TERRORVISION
FORMALDEHYDE
 

Don't Shoot My Dog



Listening to the story of an angry old man,
He had the whole world in his pocket but,
He had a hole there in his hand,
Never had much trouble fitting into his surroundings,
Dived headlong into life,
And ended up by drowning,
Died by drowning.
His blood is pure venom and his teeth are solid gold,
His clothes are made from human skin,
He's a thousand years old,
He lives down by the poisoned stream,
Where only alligators swim,
Sits there drinking moonshine,
Playing a mean violin, a mean violin,
A really wicked violin.

You've got four lines on your forehead,
And that tells me that you're worried,
Don't shoot my dog,
Don't shoot my dog,
I said please don't shoot my dog.

His wife is laying face down in the pool upon the porch,
He spied me through his blindness,
As I spied her with my torch,
His skin goes tight around his face,
As he smiles his blinding smile,
Points over to a dozen wives laying in a pile,
Laying in a pile... pile high.




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