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flagpole sitta
03:28
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I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me
Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
Who salutes, but no one ever does
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs
Now I'm an amputee, goddamn you
I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm going underground with the moles
Diggin' holes
Voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds just like they're snoring
But if you're bored then you're boring
The agony and the irony
Is killing me, whoa
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monkeyman
01:55
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Look at the monkeys man,
They barely know that they're alive man,
They just sleep and eat and eat and sleep,
Stupid monkeys man,
Cause the monkeyman can't own a house,
And the monkeyman can't have a spouse,
Stupid monkeys man,
Just animals man,
Nature gave you thumbs and some cool ass gear,
And we got some smarts and existential fear,
Living each dayin fear of being prey,
Don't keep them as a pet, don't let them get away,
Dissappearing by the dozen where's the monkey gonna go?
He can't stay here and we burned his home,
Better hide monkey, we don't want you here,
They can't live with us,
And we just can't seem to leave them alone.
Whoo! Monkey see monkey do,
Monkey ah monkey choo monkey pavlov's dog,
Monkey Jersey smog, see the monkey clues,
The shit this monkey does is not the shit you monkeys do,
See the funky shoes miss my fucking cues ain't putting up a clunky ruse,
It's odd you come in twos I plot to see you lose,
I'll be going apeshit, monkey coming through,
To gather all the other monkeys in a monkey zoo.
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tommy gun
02:27
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I guilty stand before you
I know I misbehaved
I never meant to hurt you
I humbly beg forgiveness
Hope that my soul be saved
And if I had a final wish pretty miss I would only ask this:
I want you to do me with a tommy-gun baby
With a tommy-gun baby do me
GUN-TOMMY
If you have to kill me use a tommy-gun baby
Use a tommy-gun baby do me
GUN-TOMMY
There ain't no use appealing
Your justice will prevail
This time I must be punished
No lawyer no attourney
No chance of breaking bail
So won't you grant this final wish pretty miss?
Won't you save a last kiss?
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warm winter
03:25
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5. |
150mg of zoloft daily
06:27
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In the back rooms, singing bad tunes,
Monkey man I still babble like a baboon,
I been playing with the voices in my head like I’m speaking to the dead scrambled over to the bad moon,
It’s a sad view, whats it come to,
I used to be so bright I used to shine a light,
Refused to dream at night and now that’s all I see,
My worst memories coming back to haunt me,
If anyone could see me now,
They’d probably stomp on their self doubt,
I can’t help but feel like it’s a waste of grace,
Can’t be fixed and it can’t even be replaced,
I run away but I can’t keep up the pace,
Everyone around me feeling displaced,
Let them eat cake tell me how it distastes,
If anyone could see me now,
They’d probably find me holding out,
When I’m alone I scream and shout,
They’d see that they can go without,
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california sober
03:09
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Just a little too short,
Just a little too competent,
Just a little more to my side,
Just a little too smart,
Just a little too hesitant,
Just a little more morals spent,
We get by,
Another cheap thursday,
We lucked out quick cause we hit the strip early,
It's 9:30,
I'm tryna keep things straight but my hair is too curly,
Stuck it out with the crew but didn't see the night through,
The curtains getting blackout I couldn't see the white you,
I wanna blow a back out I'm certain it won't come true,
I gotta take the back route or else I might not come to,
In the middle of a snort,
I play the party like a sport,
I thought I wasn't the sort,
But in the face of a chase I don't have a retort,
Balls out, free cloud, two years, three tears,
Follow the thread to the yarn, whats the harm in a few beers?
Few shots, new roots, only time I shoot,
Can't steer, can't fear, only shout then mute,
I'll catch up tonight,
I'm just staying high and dry...
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