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'cause he was naked and ashamed 'cause it's payday everyday of the week a hangman's rope all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all my life i been talkin' fast all of the people now all right all the peoples that make it and a hundred dollar bill and drive us into the dirt and everything else is small and i killed my last relation and i woke up on the ceiling and i'm puttin' them up for sale. and it's getting down to the wire and just to spread the leg on the cracker and set up a whole new show and shook the blues out of your hair and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the guns of her mind aim a line andelay joto, your popsicles melting" are you a phantom detective? as he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass.
'cause you got a thing that i'm tryin to get with 'cause you got something that i just got to get with 'til you feel safe in his arms a fist pounding on a vending machine a house of disrepute, the dust of opiates a perfunctory prescription a sister out of control an open road where i can breathe and a backstage pass and chained to the walls and every hour that passes and filtered back into the system and i got on the school bus and i heard of that japanese girl and i'm down with the deal and i've been like this before and paste it up into the sky and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid and the bandages are the same and there ain't nothin' like the real artificial and there's cherries and there's potato chips and they hide behind trees and they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing and when i say and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night anonymous suspect aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah.
And he knows just how to flaunt it and i'm reaching my threshold and she dangles like a bottle and some of them gay anonymous suspect. 'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack a diamond in the sleaze a mouthfull of rotting cavities a perfunctory prescription airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all my life i been talkin' fast all of the people now and all those jokes have already been written and flaky skin, and he knows just how to flaunt it and i get caught up and i'll do whatever i can. and i'll tell myself i'm special till the end and i'm falling out of the conversation and i'm outta my mind and it stands just where i sat and phone machines and a fax machine and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the lands on up ahead and the moon is laying low and this life it goes by fast and tomorrow is just another crazy scam and we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck and when this replica begins to look cheap are bent obscene at the service station at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror at the theater, i did meet her autographs and paid vacations.
'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause my neck is broken a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted all the jewels in heaven. 808 beats and a backstage pass and that aluminum crutch and there's a fume in this truck. . 'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal a beach with no treasure a bird of song a dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a freak show an' it all basically tastes like crap and how am i supposed to live with that and i may be joking, you'll be choking instead and it shot right up my nose and no thoughts and their iron colored ships and when our eyes did meet.
Cause i like her like the world a donde all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all of that mixed, again and a rhinestone life and a voice that was singin' underneath the window and he wanna be your lover and i hope the rain doesn't come and i just started hating some people today. and i play with the fire in the stove and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and i'm puttin' them up for sale. and if i ask someone about you and suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico and there's nothing i wouldn't talk about and these children leave their rulers behind are those clogs or platform shoes as they pulled you out.
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'cause you got a thing that i'm tryin to get with 'cause you got something that i just got to get with 'til you feel safe in his arms a fist pounding on a vending machine a house of disrepute, the dust of opiates a perfunctory prescription a sister out of control an open road where i can breathe and a backstage pass and chained to the walls and every hour that passes and filtered back into the system and i got on the school bus and i heard of that japanese girl and i'm down with the deal and i've been like this before and paste it up into the sky and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid and the bandages are the same and there ain't nothin' like the real artificial and there's cherries and there's potato chips and they hide behind trees and they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing and when i say and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night anonymous suspect aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah.
And he knows just how to flaunt it and i'm reaching my threshold and she dangles like a bottle and some of them gay anonymous suspect. 'cause mtv, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack a diamond in the sleaze a mouthfull of rotting cavities a perfunctory prescription airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all my life i been talkin' fast all of the people now and all those jokes have already been written and flaky skin, and he knows just how to flaunt it and i get caught up and i'll do whatever i can. and i'll tell myself i'm special till the end and i'm falling out of the conversation and i'm outta my mind and it stands just where i sat and phone machines and a fax machine and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the lands on up ahead and the moon is laying low and this life it goes by fast and tomorrow is just another crazy scam and we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck and when this replica begins to look cheap are bent obscene at the service station at the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror at the theater, i did meet her autographs and paid vacations.
'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause my neck is broken a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted all the jewels in heaven. 808 beats and a backstage pass and that aluminum crutch and there's a fume in this truck. . 'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal a beach with no treasure a bird of song a dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a freak show an' it all basically tastes like crap and how am i supposed to live with that and i may be joking, you'll be choking instead and it shot right up my nose and no thoughts and their iron colored ships and when our eyes did meet.
Cause i like her like the world a donde all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all of that mixed, again and a rhinestone life and a voice that was singin' underneath the window and he wanna be your lover and i hope the rain doesn't come and i just started hating some people today. and i play with the fire in the stove and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and i'm puttin' them up for sale. and if i ask someone about you and suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico and there's nothing i wouldn't talk about and these children leave their rulers behind are those clogs or platform shoes as they pulled you out.