Ultimatum

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Owen Pallett - Pop, Rock

Ultimatum

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He's gonna win the race With his six-string bass You're gonna give him a chase, man You left the devil breathless You want him 'til I tap your tits He's gonna caution your clits He talked your whole cherry tree Into growing its fruit with no pits He's the egg that drops in your soup He's the hand that holds the tottering scoop Base bicycle braid and beer God d-d-d-damn, you're prostrate in fear He's gonna win the race With his six-string bass He's gonna summon the hounds now Here they're comin' now Without a sound now The saxophone swallowed his reed As the drummer ran out in the lead The piano fell down on his back As the singer fell down through the cracks See, the guitar's locked in its case As the lights licked the face of his bass He's the end, the light, the dark Knocks the rainbow right out of the park Ultimatum, ultimatum (x6)

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