eels - hidden track (from the Souljacker UK Bonus EP)
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So you've got balls now
Murray on the run
Down on newberry street
17 seconds of fun

Apes are overrated blockey (????)
A kinky batch of pudding, yay!
Garbage dump, pumpkin rot
and candy apple grey

werewolf in the flowerbed
perfect day for lucky guy
this song was never meant to be released
whats that flaming ball in the sky

the crackhead from texas,
he can read my feet
a bruised pinyata
and liquid pixie

Your friends were flowers
Nothing gold can stay (?)
Gun-sexual sense
and sqeegy-tails

Bees in the cookie jar
symphonic dispair
reinventing the manifesto
are you? we dont care

jaccuzzis and bunnies
a broken fondue set
Koool G is in the outhouse
You can be my mr.French

This old frisbee
is shitting in the alley
i saw a naked picture of me on the internet wearing jesus' new snowshoes

Golly Gee

If hell is ???? then we shall sing
a hip song for the kids in the back
for michelle and the dripping of a fauset
ride the vicious bicycle on the tracks

Olympic mayonnaise
Doctor Thunder
Milwakee ???-vehicle starts and stops
with hollywood suspicion
the doctor had steak parts (?)

Transcribed by 'lil sleeves

Song title: "Hidden Track"
Album: Souljacker (bonus CD)
Artist: the eels


so you've got balls now,
murray on the run,
down on newberry street,
seventeen seconds of fun,

each are overrated blocky,
a kinky batch of putty yay,
garbage dump,
pumpkin rot,
and candy apple grate,

we're wolfing the flower bed,
perfect day for lucky guy,
this song was never meant to be released,
what's that flaming ball in the sky?

the crack-head from texas,
he can read my feet,
a blues pinnate,
and a liquid pixie,

if friends were flowers,
nothing gold can stay,
consexual sense,
and squeegee tales,

bee's in the cookie jar,
some fun'll go spare,
reinventing the manifesto,
i.e. we don't care,

jacuzzis and bunnies,
a broken fondue set,
cool gee is in the outhouse,
you can be my mr. french,

this old frisbee,
shitting in the alley,
a saw a naked picture of me on the internet,
wearing jesus's new snow shoes,
golly gee,

if hell is crowded,
then we shout save,
a hip song for the kids in the back,
for michelle in the dripping of a faucet,
ride the vicious bicycle on the tracks,

olympic mayonnaise dr. thunder,
ol' occupancy vehicle stops and starts,
with hollywood suspicion,
the doctor had snake hearts.

(all the lyrics are just read out, but to a rough beat)

written out by Ben, Novocaineblues@aol.com