"DIG IT SINGLE"

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--( TRACK LISTING )--

Dig It (12" version)
The Choke (re-grip)
Film.

CD5: "1991" Nettwerk/Capitol/EMI W2-3002 CA.
Produced and engineered by cEvin Key and Dave Ogilvie.
Mixed by Key/Ogilvie and Chris Sheppard.

"Dig It"

Love cannot attach yourself to binding openness. Rot in silence to advise life the pointed hand. Indiference and to loathe each others needs, dressen up with false kindness create empathy. Hungry love, the name of your game. Feelings, feeling sorry that I ever came. Don't say sweet nothing, culprit nothing, illogical pull the chord choice of politics, Verifies the life experience. Morticioner medicine belong until the end, bringing hope is just the point, extend eternity. Execute economic slave, Fill it unearthly remains. Freedom as an offering. Ask again. Flesh and bone, touch yourself, ancient monuments. Unsurpassed, unsaid for us, unheard violence. Departure from a privelege, bring it up, planes arive, value ecstacy. Hungry love, the name of your game. Feelings, feeling sorry that I ever came. Sugar and water it's all to taste sweet nothings. Execute economic slave, fill it unearthly remains. Freedom as an offering, ask again. Boils with heretic vomit, keep it out, razor edge. Beggers crowd the brain, gets no better, ever retaliates regrudgingly. Besides what it seems, hero claim hypothesis. Bitter carnal grin. Love the name of your game. Feelings, feeling sorry that I ever came. Power killing gone on. Execute economic slave, fill its unearthly remains. Freedom as an offering. Ask again, ask again, ask again.

Torment, A stench. One side, Inside. No doubt, Lost count. Brutalize, The half red eyes. Decide, Which side. Whose side, You're in the middle of the fire. A scythe and smock is sharp, So sharp. No conscience, Such confidence. A crooked ear, So insincere. A glue on smile, Your social style. Tyrants rule is such a fool. Superior, Good advice, It's so nice, from you... Arguments, So hideous. They're heaven sent. You can't repent. Words like ice, Cut and slice. Announce my demise. Christ why did you die? No conscience, Such confidence. A crooked ear, So insincere. A glue on smile, Your social style. Tyrants rule is such a fool. Superior, Good advice. Blood red and arguments. Heaven sent, Torment, My stench. Putrefy, putrefy. Wise, So wise. You're not so wise. Shadow, shadow, shadow, shadow. Why???

("Film" Is an instrumental track.)

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