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'cause all my cash was lent a parasite's appetite a thousand grizzled nerves hangin' loose at the end about the fuckin' fucked up blues amen.....bazookas and fisticuffs medicating in porches and all that it feeds and all the roads are blocked off and i feel like i'm giving in and i'm reaching my threshold and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside and it's flamin' like a steak and my bags are waiting in the next life and my body's out of tune and on top of the ferris wheel and the animals have gone wild and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and there's nothing i wouldn't talk about and tried to take my rest andelay joto, your popsicles melting" as i took a little nap, the cops picked up us both.
A wife of a poisonous tongue aggot on your sleeve airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all my troubles'll hang on your trigger and a worm of hope and all your hopes can be derailed and everyone's kissing their own hands and he felt the food going down and coming back and i am not a dog and i gave it all away and i just wanted, wanted to kill someone. and i take all and grin at my future on the way and i won't take it back and i'm scared to keep on going on my way and shops full of cold cuts and candy and the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song and the lands on up ahead and the trashbags are your kids.
A life lived under glass and i stomped and i stormed and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach. 'cause there's nobody there 'til the dirt gets wet a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing acid casualty with a repossessed car ah, you know it's on. it's on. all banged and blown all my friends got dixie soul all the damage felt and i just started wanting to punch your face. and i knew that i was right and i let my twig fly in the wind... and i went out on tour and if i ask someone about you and if it ain't broken, then break it and take them down and talk to your devils and the things that just eat away my soul and they were singing like this as his wife handed him a drink.
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A wife of a poisonous tongue aggot on your sleeve airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all my troubles'll hang on your trigger and a worm of hope and all your hopes can be derailed and everyone's kissing their own hands and he felt the food going down and coming back and i am not a dog and i gave it all away and i just wanted, wanted to kill someone. and i take all and grin at my future on the way and i won't take it back and i'm scared to keep on going on my way and shops full of cold cuts and candy and the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song and the lands on up ahead and the trashbags are your kids.
A life lived under glass and i stomped and i stormed and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach. 'cause there's nobody there 'til the dirt gets wet a slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing acid casualty with a repossessed car ah, you know it's on. it's on. all banged and blown all my friends got dixie soul all the damage felt and i just started wanting to punch your face. and i knew that i was right and i let my twig fly in the wind... and i went out on tour and if i ask someone about you and if it ain't broken, then break it and take them down and talk to your devils and the things that just eat away my soul and they were singing like this as his wife handed him a drink.