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doing my own stunts
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stabbed to death for 55 cents & a reese’s peanut butter cup
never doing that again lost my sense of down & what’s up with you, tell me what’s new i don’t gotta lotta time i’m going pale staring at the red, white, & blue
left with a head full of questions, a mouth lost for words, running for answers
i’d hate to keep you wrapped in my skin
holiday lies crying about your hollowed out eyes
how can you say i’m free if i can’t even pack my bags and leave?
you have a job why take a handout blowing bubbles? spit your gum out
wet socks flamingo flip flops, next stop you’re a fashion icon
i pray that this stupid guitar will carry me out of my parents garage
your tears weigh more for burning rags than bodies when the bloods still warm
waiting up on death next thing you know fighting a war in a dress
but if you wanna find where all the evil hides just head east to where the president resides
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i blow smoke
i blow smoke
i blow smoke, like a dragon
i blow smoke, like a dragon
i was shot, out of a cannon
i took, it all, for granted
and it all, left me, abandoned
i blow smoke
i blow smoke
i blow smoke, like a dragon
i blow smoke, like a dragon
i fell straight, off the wagon
patent appalachian
speak, medieval latin
i blow smoke
i blow smoke
i blow smoke, like a dragon
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playing the piano, drunk
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the bees shoulda said please, when they asked me not to take the queens knees
boil all the beauty away and see if it’ll comeback next thursday
he’s a part time daredevil on the weekend, it looks for damn sure that he’s fallen off the deep end
she can feel the cold night air, grip the back of her throat
she looked great when she showed up, but she left looking like a ghost
she has the gall to stand on the back of her chair, and boast
she fell off the diving board, now she’s headed coast to coast
you’re painting portraits of warhogs with andy warhol
there’s a bush on fire, he’s got his pants caught oh he’s a liar
in the title bout for the world heavyweight championship
the president has fallen asleep at ringside,
and the tooth of the defendant was last seen with the tigers on a rocket ship
between the pale blue sky, and where all good things go to die
a victim of the pisspoor planning, the headline for the central park stoning
if you put your ear to the ground, listen closely you can hear the devil moaning
oh maybe i’ll start a show on broadway, calling out ms. useless kellyanne conway
or maybe i’ll just talk about kanye
fresh corpses are packed in the back of the limousine
it’s a shame that their faces never met the guillotine
a confession for this crime, doused in kerosene
he spends his hard earned time wrapped around her feet
i’ll have little anthills in my body
oh, just you wait & see
maybe then the director will call cut on this ugly scene
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the lateness of the hour
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cupboard full of thrift store kitchenware
my dreams only come true when you’re there
we could move to london or st. petersberg, i’d go anywhere with you except the icebergs
let’s set up shop in lemuria, they won’t have to worry about the exterior
my head is full of empty space
there is nothing good left inside
maybe you could take the negative, and erase
if one day you’re not feeling tropicana about the whole thing
that’s okay, just go & say, i won’t go insane, but could you maybe, just for today, please, let me stay?
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harriot truman a death on impact kinda guy
when we lock eyes she sighs a suicidal sigh
hieroglyphic alibis by american apple pies
it’s no surprise i’ve gone half blind in nearly all my eyes
there better be some surprises to make this all worth it upon my demise
i wonder what it’s like, to be baptized
in above ground swimming pools, infested with reptiles
it’s been such a while, crocodile
i think maybe i’ve forgotten how to smile
john xii the pope, wearing a stethoscope
it’s hard to have any hope, dangling off the gallows from a rope
trying not to mope it’s tough with a mouth full of soap
pack my garbage bags & elope to some undiscovered trope
beat the horse till it can’t even cope with choking on azeotrope
glow in the dark toy soldiers
crushed by oncoming traffic boulders
maybe next time god will make me a little broader in the shoulders
as it stands i’m no match for even his weakest bulldozer
how do you know when it’s really over?
staring over the, cliffs of dover
long gone are the days of red rover
now we just chase the ones where we don’t have to stay sober
asking again for you to stop calling me the blame
you & i we both know that that is not my name
will i still be seeing you later?
or are all these waters, infested with alligators?
won’t you please just come & be my neighbour?
or do i have to get on my knees & pray you’ll be my saviour?
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A victim of his birth, a victim of the universe
Just can’t find the words, that will cure me from the curse
But i’m not so sure, I’m ready to leave your leather purse
When things start to turn, it always seems to be for the worse
A victim of t-shirt, A victim of everything that hurts
buried in the dirt, dehydrate in the desert
can’t put it in reverse, just keep heading forward and pray things work
i could never be a nurse, too many thoughts that need to disperse
i hate to be a jerk, but we all stopped listening after the first verse
A victim of her worth, a victim of her time on the earth
Catholic church will flirt, with hundred dollar bills & free perverts
Predetermined eulogies, of cardboard cutout misery
That shadow keeps following me, eyes telling secrets i can’t read
Self fulfilling prophecies, of biblical snakes & ladders parodies
That shadow keeps nagging at me, suburban commando trying not to get free
How dare you call to have us, filled up with vitamins & thieves
That shadow keeps staring at me, 45 revolvers pointed at your knees
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runaway chokeholds
elementary school filled with mould
it might not be clean it might not be quick, it might be a guillotine or a crucifix
They’ll eat you up for breakfast when you die
They’ll eat you up for breakfast when you die
They’ll eat you up for breakfast they won’t even tell you why
Breakfast, lunch and dinner when you die
Listen to the sirens wail
redirected to his bedside garbage pail
she’ll never know that the ship set sail, headed for a pool of rusty nails
Very disappointed almost
moving into upstate comatose
i can’t afford to eat another roast, so i’ll just sit back and make my toast
They’ll chew you out for breakfast when you cry
They’ll chew you out for breakfast when you cry
They’ll chew you out for breakfast even when you’re in the sky
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner when you die
I can’t shake this back pain, gotta quit this job before it drives me insane
i’m so tired of walking in the rain, is it really worth the pocket change?
head-butt delivery by cachero
coast to coast mailman conchairto
take me away on a ufo, that i’d trust further than i’d throw
what if all dogs go to mars, would you still bury them in your backyard?
when suited someones try & tell you life’s so hard
it’s just to try & keep you off your guard
they’ll tear off all your features for your lies
they’ll tear off all your features for your lies
they’ll tear off all your features, you’ll think it’s a disguise
breakfast lunch & dinner when you die
breakfast lunch & dinner when you die
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we only kissed once and although i had fun yknow i don’t like the taste of teeth in my mouth
what am i going to do when i get tired of the north and you’ve already conquered the south?
well i could head out west to where cowboys never rest
but then who’s gonna beg for your pardon?
i said i could head out west to where cowboys never rest
but then who’s gonna mend to this garden?
waltz into sin with your fingers on my chin trap in me as many uniforms as you’d like
bartender bring me your finest molotov cocktail waving your brightest stars and stripes
if you want to make me smile and you can’t burn down the neighbours house just put the mans head on a pike
and maybe one day he’ll say sorry for what he did to me when i was only trying to learn how to ride a bike
chain smoking remnants and candy coated peppermints is it charles manson two step dancing?
want a life of boxed chocolates this ones got me longing for the sarcophagus, why bother waiting out for the apocalypse?
now if you could present me with a three headed rhinoceros maybe then i’d be impressed
but as it stands i think you’re just staring at me waiting to get undressed
here she comes ready or not eight foot tall juggernaut here specifically to tie your stomach up in knots
i want to love her but it hurts i want to love her but i first must learn to love myself first
i wanna wear all her shirts i wanna wear all her skirts oh my god did i say that out loud?
i mean yes it is true i mean yes that i do i mean what does it mean to be proud?
there are no words i could say i mean how do i convey so i just hope to god that no one ever asks
it’s been on my face so long i’m starting to wonder if this thing is really more than a mask
i don’t know what it means i can’t read in my dreams am i just raging against the machine
i don’t know what it means it’s all just pork and beans but maybe one day i won’t be so ashamed
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teething all the time
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she gives me mercy secondhand
if i promise to keep my head in the sand
otherwise i’ll be swimming in the sewers
fear me know me i am mecha godzilla
everyday she spoon feeds me vanilla
you wouldn’t get it even if you really knew her
maybe daniel was right that he’ll live forever but i can’t stop thinking ‘bout the buried treasure
can i use your telephone?
i’m bleeding all the time
been bleeding my whole life
i’m teething all the time
been teething my whole life
living in hollywood don’t seem so good
is it really worth a million dollars to spend your whole life being misunderstood?
i just want to pay my bills no i can’t afford all your cheap thrills or that expensive house up on the hill
rollerskating in the rain
it’s better than living on an aeroplane
would korena say the same?
i’m bleeding all the time
been bleeding my whole life
i’m teething all the time
been teething my whole life
never know if i’m allergic to the bee stings
they’ll regret it if we ever step into the ring
why bother turning it into a whole thing
when i could just keep it to myself
mongrel bankers teach perfection of the science fair ponzi schemes
you’ll never find out what all that means
if you do they’ll sell you that it’s just a bad bad dream
and then you’ll decorate the shelf
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nothing in the dark
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just a pile of bones where that man used to hide
that’s the end of her suicidal escapades, no she won’t get no parade
but that’s okay, because my girl is better dressed than, a thousand islands
party in the parking lot while you wait for the gunman to shoot his shot
all gods children play in the park, on your ready go and set your mark
let me consume completely
before the world depletes me
he’s peeled back beneath the bone
so he doesn’t have to hear her every time she moans
gets so tiring being tied up to a string
makes me wanna throw up, just thinking about the whole thing
john lennon couldn’t end the war, what makes you think you can?
with your big dreams in hand
you know, they don’t get you very far in the free land
despite all the lies in the letters, they write in the sand
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tired of all the oncoming commotion
walking backwards into the ocean
my eyes are lost in every conversation
work for 50 weeks to earn my 14 day vacation
symphony of virgins in search of free porn
mother always dreamed they be a lawyer or a surgeon
all these freshly chewed out fingernails
they just don’t explain the sudden need to set sail
make love to the sears catalogue
do you really think it’s that much of an upgrade from last years demagogue?
considering that i did not sign up for this, i’m pretty pissed that there’s so many things that i’m gonna miss
who’s this man in my reflection
no i’m not afraid to shoot
i would not recognize him if he fell into my soup
one day i will fly through the miserable sky
glorious wings, i will soar
you know i feel like sinking
lock me away on the dark side of the moon
storm me with a holy roman platoon
you know i can’t stop thinking
can’t stomach the chicken mutilation
i need a sakoku isolation
you know i can’t stop sinking
they say that jesus was a capricorn
but it all depends on when you think he was born
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preaching to the choir
set myself on fire
to fulfil some primal desire
i’d swallow your entire
but you found a new supplier
now i’m a one time buyer
stalked by perpetual rug pullers
no judge, jury, just the executioner
but it’s not like, i really understood her
juggle bunkbeds with the butcher
who’s married to the gypsy hooker
who drinks her coffee with no sugar
a drunken attempt to undress & impress & disguise the fact that i’m feeling depressed because i don’t know how to get it off my chest
i want to talk but someone bought and sold my voice box
now all i’ve got is chalk and you’re jackhammers on the sidewalk
who pulled the fire alarm?
oh god did they cause any harm?
what i’d do to be back at the farm
where have all the anvils gone?
withdrawn at the break of dawn
before i could king my pawn
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how i won the war
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i hate the flesh that holds these bones, i want a new vessel when i go home, maybe next time i’ll be made of silver, my clothes will shine like chrome
i’m sick of sticking out my neck, just to get my head cut off, hey man you used to be so tough, look at you now, you’ve grown soft
tryna fast forward to the end, but there’s no tape player to depend, on, desperately in need, of a friend
it’s the cigars you smoke, that’s what’s gonna give you cancer, but you don’t care, you don’t cheat off anybody else’s answers
i’m not sure if it came to be known
how i won the war on that day it snowed
but it’s probably not worth your time
anyway
trying to be more comfortable, reconstruct into your table, straight out of fairy tale, some fable
brought out like a sacrificial lamb, who tried to cut off all his hands, it’s not like they’ll ever understand, captain hook or peter pan
if it’s not for the visually impaired, i’m sorry but the ministry just doesn’t care, maybe if you’ll let em tie you to a chair and watch you shave off all your hair
when i won the war it was so many years ago
crying in the shores straight outta some tv show
when i woke up there was nothing i could know
i’m all alone, it’s just, me and a
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am i supposed to laugh?
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last living key to the mailbox
running on empty, belly full of jaguars
unforeseen pieces of you, she harvests the marrow, straight off the bone
crack glow sticks like police batons & ask the sinraptors if they got very far
bonebeds collected in a small leather jacket
you had a name but the devil grabbed it
king of swords, wanted posters plastered on the chalkboard
how else do you think they keep the lights off?
three years from now you’re penniless & frail, you think my guilt can stand broken sandcastle pails?
how in the hell did you score the front page?
was it your parents contemplating suicide?
did you trade them in for one that smiles, and does exactly what you ask them to the first time?
reflections of journalists & muppets
my dad broke my board tryna pop-shove-it
if time won’t change you
someone’s gotta do it, yknow?
i guess it’s my turn now, put me in the urn now, come & see me smile now, it’s been quite a while now
are you serious, is this some kind of joke?
am i supposed to laugh?
i can’t find the funny the part
you can’t be serious, what if i have to choke you?
am i supposed to laugh?
i still can’t find the funny part
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corroded gold & silver testify, eat through flesh like fire, when i i’m crawling down the wire
whips lash cast iron pots & pans will smash, multicoloured christ’s come pouring out the new-formed gash
trading femur bones for soap stones, all your wealth has rotted, the moths have got your clothes
breaking down in my cheerios t-shirt, please don’t look at me, i’m a disgusting creature
locked in cough syrup handcuffs, stillborn beauty with the bluff, who’s to say when enough’s enough?
ceratopsian madonna, she gave you her whole life, and this is what you wanna?
lossless virgin lucile, she requests that her last meal, be every heart that she could not afford to steal
i’m searching for a different kind of death, one that smiles, one with nice fresh minty breathe
keep making faces see if you get far, but you’d better not call me, when you’re living in your car
tazmanian scorpions, fresh from some zone in hell, have come to take over your throne & bells
make love to the ‘87 super bowl champions, get on your knees & cry about your so-called friends
i won’t slice bologna for the man no more, it’s really no fun being his whore, maybe pepperoni for cheerleading conquistadors
triple six encrypted on his chest, reciting the whole alphabet, trying oh so hard not to forget the rest
she’s got cotton candy lollipops, sitting up on mountaintops, next to signs that beg you to stop
i know it’s not real i know it’s here, but it’s just so hard not to have any fear, when i can hear it right there in my ear
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minimalist sweatshop art, signed sad fitzgerald
lipton chicken noodle soup, christmas carols
she’s a back door woman, she makes me do handstands
but she’ll never give me a lady bug or a wicker chair
swallowed searching for, synonyms of sweet, coin operated sailors tip-toe on ballerina feet
what’s the use in calloused fingers if the hands attached aren’t blue?
whoda thunk, they’d give a hog caller trophy to someone like you
where’s my prescription pair of groucho glasses?
it seems that the good times like to come slow as molasses
wouldn’t be surprised to hear they got hunted by serotonin assassins
i don’t want my head to explode this tuesday morning
i don’t want want my head to explode this tuesday morning
i don’t want my head to explode this tuesday morning
i don’t want my head to explode this tuesday morning
when will the spiders hatch today?
they’re blowing hurricanes away
they’re watching hearts & palm trees sway
when will i get it right?
when can i run the tape again?
when can i finally have a win?
with splinters shining in your shins
when can i sleep tonight?
what time will gravity fail me?
will i have died in submarines?
or seen what little sights to see
when can i lose the fight?
feed them all to the dogs
feed them all to the dogs
feed them all to the dogs
feed them all to the dogs
feed them all to the dogs
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it’s the kind of blessing that you only find in a mess
there’s a lot i’m not understand and so much more i’d like to confess
where is this train going and am i gonna get there safe?
there’s so much i’m not knowing & i’d call most of my life a waste
i’m just going through the motions like a russian puppy dog out in space
i’ve lost my clinical devotion and my depressions now all the rage
don’t ask me if i knew him i did but i prefer not to say
so that’s the new sin they roll dice and burn barricades
that don’t sound all that bad to me
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