"Scotsman's Face" genre: Alternative Metal
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	Story Behind the Song The only motivation we have is to inspire anyone willing to listen. Lyrics Scotsman's Face Playing reveille on a Scotsman's face Bled to death from first to second base Vacate my sentience with a rose-colored Siamese twin Gaining a pigeon's workload and rename him Lyn muddy bugles playing the taps of prejudice in the ear of my autonomy, my mannerism paints a picture of doubt like clouded ice, and as cold as the same, enlightened ruler measure character in units of deception, straightened wood with fibers warped from catatonia, i always roast not broil, i weigh the significance of my cold cut, meatball heroine, the top rises inward and i'm off the way, cat the dogs hair short, and tell it a story, toss the salad over my shoulder, soaked in vinegar, fire and wood mix for cozy warm shelter leaves want change, I only have a 20 spot throw the ball out of range, my moanings rot four ducks running toward the potatoes of my sanity braving heights and depths for vanity no it was a million dollar lunch that might take a while, i will increase the gain incrementally, discretely, and in a quantified manner, cloth sac tolerance gauge, taking down the ship, fire witch bed tame and ice witch fled, ruptured sooner than expected, pick up the cottage cheese like a stick in the ground, on the ground, did you see the doctor, pulled over picked grass

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