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Doubleplusungood
03:48
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Sometimes I just wanna eat some hot garbage
Sometimes I just wanna bury my face in the trash
Sometimes I just wanna do something that's bad for me
Something very much like you
Take your clothes off for money
Give me head in my car
Wear a kid rock t-shirt when we go out to the bar
Darlin' you make me feel so alive
When you steal money from your friends and pop pills outside
Start a fight with the bouncer, snort cocaine off my cock
My heart is a cage and baby you just picked the lock
You pick me up when I'm feeling down
Give me room to be a failure give me room to run around now
But I can't escape the weight
You got a technical prowess, this I can't deny
All I got is a kilo of cocaine and a twelve-sided die
Red jacket and Louisville slugger to pull the look together
Before I speed off in a flash of white feathers
But I can't escape the
You got it in for me
Never again
I always knew
Its exhibition
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Year-Long Division
03:38
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He looks to me, heavy heart
his face is bathed in candlelight
I've chased him down this endless tunnel
for what feels like days, now We've arrived
He tells me that 'When I see you, I see my son
who's been gone so long"
The lord her serves, so quick to judge
with punishments and sentences
His skin is tree bark, his eyes are glowing
bleeding cowboy, we meet again
nickel-plated pistol, whiskey on your chin
no, take it away
been around the world trying to find
all of the used-up proteges
that You built up in your mind
ostrogothic war machine
I can't control You
nor I console you
I don't want to die here
Not with You
You and I both know it's been a
year-long division again
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3. |
His Name is a Sentence
05:19
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You stay a safe distance away
consume, transfused
relay: we remain constrained
Chained in this interstice
I wait to be released
From this prison
Cast down through
Mirror-lined hallways
Enticing strangers
But you refused
So I capsized
And so you say
Drive out the heretics and the blasphemers
The degenerate fetishists
Til there's no one left
I lavishly cheat the hangman
Gaunt and hellish
I could never want to die
Here with you
And so you say
Drive out the heretics and the blasphemers
The degenerate fetishists
Til there's no one left
To push around
And you find yourself alone
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