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My hungry mouth is tasting like coins
I love street trash for their counselling and fucked up brains
I sheath my junkie at tomorrows zoo
I keep control over families too
My layers peeled back are hard to read
My stomach continues to bleed
Resting next to boring faces
Are you like me or you hate this.
Tight ends worth structuring still
There is no face on my hundred dollar bill
No my women aren’t skilled
Growths and sampling their leaks until
The car comes up to get me
Misshapen hands out to grab things
When I make hot love with the pavement
It gets pregnant
Stop dreaming about me I need a break
Sipping all gas from all tanks
Vaccinate infections weary blink
My people are stealing things from me
The car comes up to get me
I’ve got misshapen hands to grab things
When I make hot love with the pavement
It gets pregnant
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I'd been training for years and the day had finally come.
I wore the thinnest, whitest t-shirt I could find.
Thread count in the negatives, and I knew it was the one.
I'd washed it with bleach several hundred times.
I joined the competition thinking I could win
but I lost to John K Samson
When they sprayed us all with water, my nipples went erect.
I puffed my chest and bounced 'em up and down.
The crowd were wild animals, and I knew I would collect
the award for the wettest t-shirt in town.
I joined the competition thinking I could win
but I lost to John K Samson
Even at the back, you could see my belly button.
It was as if I'd worn nothing at all.
I was struttin', I was ruttin', like a glutton for a sluttin'.
Even the voluptuous must one day fall.
I joined the competition thinking I could win
but I lost to John K Samson
You could see each frill on my underwear,
My pores were perfect and barely there,
I'd waxed and plucked nearly every hair,
I thought I had a great pair.
I joined the competition thinking I could win
but I lost to John K Samson
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I’m waiting for marshmallows
I’m waiting in line for marshmallows
It's the only food in the future
Man I fuckin hate the future
I’ve been feeling weak and feeble
Since they made sleep illegal
There’s too goddamn many apps in the future
Turning my water on is an app in the future
I’m watched Twenty-four Seven
But it feels more like Twenty-Five Seven
There is no mortal coil in the future
You cannot escape from the future
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4. |
I Live Within (Seek Me)
01:39
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If we left and smoked in a tree, I could see us making a connection
We should both be able to eat within our friction.
The tree could be known as a frightener or a scientist,
I could call it that and you could listen.
We got sectioned, and I have learned by lesson,
Gravity keeps whining 'bout losing items.
I gave out my spotlight and I never got it back,
You keep meaning.
Okay, but in an area with a rabbit,
and we could tell each other other smoke signals,
Eat oranges in Morse code,
You could give me angry gloves and I would wear them.
I would never slap you,
I could only tell you nonsense,
Love to tell you nonsense.
I could feed you plastic grapes,
And you should let me.
You're my favourite fear in sections,
Gotta open class to griffins.
We could be two people,
We could let us breathe
In the area I mentioned.
Plastic sitting room, another close quarter.
If the porch is too small, don't get it.
A floral name, and two hands for lotion,
And I know I saw you turn around. Turn around.
I regret not seeking you further,
I like that we may meet.
I see you're out there and you're hearing the speak,
The sort of second that I go - I go against me.
I live within,
Seek me.
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5. |
Odin, Dog of War
02:01
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He hated everyone and everything
Like a teen vampire in the 90s
He was a pup with frosted tips
Like Lance Bass or Guy Fieri
He saw everyone as a mouse
in a mine or textile factory
I am very tired, he said, I hate the whole world
And I'm very stomach-y
Odin, Dog of War
He lost all his teeth,
He was only ever happy when biting you.
He was suspicious of strangers (and Vern).
Small, with a big attitude
On a pillow by Mom,
He was spiteful and misanthropic.
He was the biggest prick I'd met,
And, yet, he was our prick. And pet.
Odin, Dog of War
Odin, Au revoir.
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