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Melancholy, driving melody, righteous, powerful vocals, and contemplative lyrics enmeshed deep with a labyrinth of kick-ass guitars and killer drum solos culminating in nothing less than... GIGANTIC Now!
“His legs are made of rubber. His heart don’t touch the sky. Any lunatic could make it tick, but he says, ‘why should I?’ He get electric in his sugar. He get a fe-fi in his fo. He become the source when they shoot the horse, though he bet win, place, and show.
Uploaded: July 26, 2008
Duration: 3m 42s