You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire (With Interlude)

K-L-O-N, Los Angeles clone radio
We play the songs that sound more like everyone else, than anyone else (Klon)
Hey, alright, it's Kip Kasper, Klon Radio, LA's infinite repeat
How we feelin' out there? How's your drive-time commute?
I need a saga. What's the saga?
It's "Songs for the Deaf"
You can't even hear it

Dead bull with the life from the low
I'll be massive conquistador
Give me soul and show me the door
Metal heavy, soft at the core

Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more
Pressurize, neutralize
Deep-fried, gimme some more

Space flunky, four on the floor
Fortified with the liquor store
This one's down, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more

Shrunken head, I love to adore
B-movie, gimme some gore
Gimme toro, gimme some more
B-movie, gimme some gore

Yeah

Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more

Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Homme, Nick S. Oliveri, Mario Enrico Lalli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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