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you're killing me
you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again a sign, a sign, a sign on the door you're killing me you're killing me again you're killing me you're killing me again it's not my fault it's not my fault again there's a line, a line, a line for the whore you're killing me you're killing me again |
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Wasn't the question you were asking
wasn't my answer I gave that made me feel like I was on train was a distant voice made me make the choice that i had to get the fuck out of this town I got a lot of things to do a lot of places to go I got a lot of good things coming my way and im afraid to say that you're not one of them Last time I was there you were out on the couch pressed into a little electric tube it was the way that you smiled that made me know at once that i had to get the fuck out of this town cause I've decided to make a stand and I'm not taking your hand I'm taking the next bus outta here I'm gonna head to box elder |
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what i was was a pissing johnson
and what she was was a faded bombshell. maybe maybe what i was was a mark inside her hand what she was was a ten pound block. maybe maybe |
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i told her lies deceitfully
and she believed, she believed in me i told her o lip suction fragment and she believed, she believed in me i told her i was free of disease and she believed, she believed in me i told her i loved her and she believed, yeah she believed in me! |
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just cause i'm fakin
doesn't mean i'm wrong cause i bought my price yeah, no i got it at cost and there's the things i know wrote them down on your nib just remember turning it's a rapid affair you can't say it, you can't say i'm wrong. you can't say it, you can't say it, you can? say i'm wrong. won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong no they won't have teeth to say i'm wrong (incoherence)i wanna better bong? oh..oh..oh..aw..aw..aw |
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Greetings, spent day riding forklift
Mother says NO. Can't I for forklift me? Want it because I need money and work time is my life not hers. But what does it mean ?? Cash ??? sweating and puking This is just a bunch of ?????? You can try again later Pay Me. But of course work sucks, so spend week in Nevada dancing with old lady full of nickels full of nickels and dimes. Makes me tired, lose myself, lose my cash but get REAL DRUNK. And then when I'm drunk I go over to dealer Bobbi from Iowa and say "Hello Bobbi, give me something more than 21." Nothing left back home with Forklift Driving past boss Kramer Age 24, Delta High Phd. "Say Mr. Kramer, tired of work, let me poof this forklift, let me puff this forklift." this i ask: that you serve as a forklift too. christmas, christmas |
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I sneezed corn flakes down to my nose
hes got a chrome-plated baby so it knows where it goes i spent a long week waiting for my laundry with steve i spent a long while waiting for my hair to recede You shouldn't hate your body cuz its part of you shouldn't hate your neighbour if he's family of man no you shouldnt hate your family cuz there part of you shouldn't hate your friends your friends your friends Everybody's got one that they can't recieve when the cat's in the kitchen there's nothing but fleas i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede i spent a long time waiting for my hair to recede |
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My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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Slow-Mo
Got his hand stuck in the kitchen sink It was his birthday tomorrow And he couldn't resist But he never found a sign on his second skin At least he knows how the other half lives Inside a little room about four inches wide With windows glued shut, And air that stinks But he only saw the kitchen And the bath He should be thankful So thankful That all's ok with her And I wasted No one's precious time Like I wasted, I wasted all Your precious time, precious time Was a sorry thing to do Was a sorry thing for you Cuz I wasted, I wasted it all on you! |
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My space is...
ready to be taken by the sweat up high with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face the ugly THIGHS! we all thought you'd lose to the recorder grot and kick it! behind my back before you cross behind my back before you crash behind my back before you crack behind my back before you crack behind my back before you cross behind my back recorder grot behind my back recorder grot recorder grot, recorder grot grot! |
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from now on
i make haste to carry my skin into the arm must of ????? never less never less cuaght might grow in to a mind that eats like a big taste lie i've laid low from now on this is a joke when he sees the skin rought on me play low from now on this is a joke can i see the skin rot on a dog stray's hide |
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When they fall in
They fall in from the roof They grab on to me tightly As if I knew the way When I fight for something I fight because I care When I fight with you I fight but I don't care Everybody wants the questions to be asked The questions are the answers To questions in themselves Ask me if I really need it Ask me if you want to get hit Hit it Ask me if you want to be...fucked. |
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maybe she is
maybe she's not maybe we's we's hack cough wheeze hack cough debris slide maybe he is maybe he's not maybe I's I's in the socket eyes in the socket so i'm gonna sock it debris slide! |
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Fight for felicity for me.
You know i cannot do it myself. Stick your fingers in my mouth. Pull my lips back and watch me smile. Catch me on my troubled portion. Maybe there is something there for you. Look below her nylon stockings, snapped the double notch and left untied. Some king chooser will wind up with my number. I'll go to sleep and wait for my number to come. Deep pockets may be deeper and always had a nickel to spare. Now the blood blister's, the blister's black as she washes her hands across her chest. But if you're willing to call my machine, flip the coins and watch me light up hope the time is right for it when its done turn your back King chooser has come for my number. I'll just roll over on my back and wait for my number to come. |
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Ice baby,
I saw your girlfriend and she was eating her fingers like they're just another meal but she waits there in the levee wash she's mixin' cocktails with a plastic-tipped cigar My eyes stick to all the shiny robes you wear on the protein delta strip in abandoned house but i will wait there i'll be waiting forever... i'm waiting (waiting 8x)...(oh) Minerals, ice deposit daily, drop off the first shiny robe i've got a lot of things i want to sell, but not here, babe-- you took them all every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i sit around i find i'm shot every time i turn around i find every time i sit around i find every time (6x)... you're my... summer babe summer babe |
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I'm jonesin' for a mercy snack
I'm regular, I'm treble-kicked I been down to the Laundromat The lines are long My lines are strong I been down to the south of Maine I worked a week, I snuck a peek I been down to the Bondage Street Guitar is numb, my eyes are dumb I saw the terror in your tongue The cat's domain is no longer fun I waded and I waited, And I waited, and I waited And then I went back home To my apartment views and all the screws With this inside my guts and gore Was pouring out, I did adore my Sight. |
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I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist
That sad suck-off left me in damascus I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist That sad suck-off, that shit left me now I'm just wasting, wasting all the black ticks queens way's rockers, Enough to make your ears twitch I'm wasting, wasting all the black chicks (tits? ) Some reddish sins, some grey - is it now ? ? ? I'm just waiting, waiting for a black jet That f**ker...ahhhhhhh... That f**ker left me now That suck left me now That sun left me now. |
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Started in the old south
i brought it to the new west sold it for a dry claim i bought it back the hard way i've got a mine thats fine isn't it the best one yet? i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine heard about your bad fall i guess its just the rock's fault i bet you need some old south i'll sell it for your gold teeth i've got a mind thats fine i swear its the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mind thats fine she was just a moaner she was never saved bruises in my stomach fight i fed it to my engine i've got a mind thats fine i swear it's the best one yet i bought it in '49 i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine i've got a mine thats fine. |
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My radio
It doesn't work It's been shot up The wires are burned Someone yanked it just a little too hard My radio It doesn't work It's been shot up And I can't work ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? |
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