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Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
The excuse of death keeps us a mess
They like us to believe
But really it just opens doors
I did not know could be
In your head
Are you dead?
In your head
Are you dead?
The excuse of death keeps us a mess
They like us to believe
But really it just opens doors
I never knew could be
In your head
Are you dead?
In your head
Are you dead?
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
I'm a burnout
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
I'm a burnout
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
I'm a burnout
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
You're a burnout, too
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
In your head
Are you dead?
In your head
Are you dead?
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
I'm a burnout
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
I'm a burnout
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
I'm a burnout
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
Bhang, bhang
You're a burnout, too
- Album:
- Red Sun/Echo
- Too True
- End of Daze (EP)
- Only In Dreams
- I Will Be
- Blissed Out
- He Gets Me High (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Coming Down
- A Salute to the Thin White Duke - The Songs of David Bowie
- Psych Box
- Lost Boys & Girls Club
- Paste Sampler 126
- The Current Sampler of Music from Sub Pop Records
- Compilation
- Paste mPlayer #62
- Alternative Distribution Alliance: 2012 Independent Almanac
- Lord Knows
- He Gets Me High
- Sub Pop Terminal Sales, Volume 4: Please to Enjoy