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Track: Egg
Artist: Mr. Bungle
Album: Mr. Bungle

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Name: Mr. Bungle
Spotify Genres: avant-garde, funk rock
Followers: 359,951
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Formed during 1985 in Eureka, California, USA. After three albums on Warner Bros. the band took a long hiatus from 2000 onwards. Reunited in 2019 and then released the re-recorded '[Link]' on the Ipecac label. On March 6th 2024 at [l=Festival Hall, Melbourne], Australia former band members, saxophonist Clinton [a=Bär McKinnon] and drummer [a=Danny Heifetz], joined [i]Bungle[/i] on stage to perform the first three encore songs. [b]Current Line-up[/b] Mike Patton: vocals / keyboards (1985-2000, 2019-) Trey Spruance: guitar / keyboards (1985-2000, 2019-) Trevor Dunn: bass (1985-2000, 2019-) Scott Ian: guitar (2019-) Dave Lombardo: drums (2019-) [b]Former Members[/b] Jed Watts: drums (1985-1987) Hans Wagner: drums (1987-1988) Scott Fritz: tenor saxophone / trumpet (1987) Luke Miller: tenor saxophone / trumpet (1987-1988) Theobald Brooks Lengyel: saxophone / keyboards (1985-1996) Clinton "Bär" McKinnon: tenor saxophone / clarinet / keyboards (1989-2000) Danny Heifetz: drums & percussion (1989-2000)

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Release: Mr. Bungle - Mr. Bungle
Year: 2014
Genres: Rock
Styles: Funk Metal, Hardcore

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LYRICS

Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love
The self's coagulated
Egg...
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

Boiling hard in euphemism
Slowly becoming part of the water
Like a frog who never knows
The jacuzzi's getting hotter

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

How'd you know I was looking at you
If you weren't looking at me?

A stagnant pale perfume
Conceived to block the pores
The clotting glands encroach
The endless comfort of a mom
Deep inside my tanning salon
Wishing life was poached

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

I can't seem to differentiate
Between the yellow love you give and the white sex I take
I just want to fertilize you

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

The cracks finally appear
Release cholesterol tears
The flooded cyst drains itself of pus
The lonely stomach chills unless it's drunk
So as she drives she'll close her eyes
Feel it warming up inside

Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love
The self's coagulated

Egg...

Oh an egg comes out of a chicken
Oh a chicken comes out of an egg

There's no place like home...