Song | pervert |
Artist | Pile |
Album | jerk routine |
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pervert - pile | |
he can��t sleep because he daydream a few thing at once | |
that won��t add up | |
he��s a mailman at an ever rotating circus | |
with nothing to bring | |
he could blame math | |
he could blame whatever he can get | |
that won��t talk back | |
i cursed the crab now i know i��m one of its friends | |
must��ve been the crab that bit off my tongue | |
then the dream ends | |
but i swallowed it down i can feel it move | |
maybe move it back up and staple it on | |
oh look at her | |
oh what is she trying to do | |
trying to get me | |
don��t get to me | |
man gets shot into the rudder at a decent speed | |
and mangles his arm they took the mush and put it in a sling | |
around his neck where all the parts were there he couldn��t write | |
or work or even jerk off he still didn��t know if he wanted to get | |
back in the boat |
pervert pile | |
he can t sleep because he daydream a few thing at once | |
that won t add up | |
he s a mailman at an ever rotating circus | |
with nothing to bring | |
he could blame math | |
he could blame whatever he can get | |
that won t talk back | |
i cursed the crab now i know i m one of its friends | |
must ve been the crab that bit off my tongue | |
then the dream ends | |
but i swallowed it down i can feel it move | |
maybe move it back up and staple it on | |
oh look at her | |
oh what is she trying to do | |
trying to get me | |
don t get to me | |
man gets shot into the rudder at a decent speed | |
and mangles his arm they took the mush and put it in a sling | |
around his neck where all the parts were there he couldn t write | |
or work or even jerk off he still didn t know if he wanted to get | |
back in the boat |
pervert pile | |
he can t sleep because he daydream a few thing at once | |
that won t add up | |
he s a mailman at an ever rotating circus | |
with nothing to bring | |
he could blame math | |
he could blame whatever he can get | |
that won t talk back | |
i cursed the crab now i know i m one of its friends | |
must ve been the crab that bit off my tongue | |
then the dream ends | |
but i swallowed it down i can feel it move | |
maybe move it back up and staple it on | |
oh look at her | |
oh what is she trying to do | |
trying to get me | |
don t get to me | |
man gets shot into the rudder at a decent speed | |
and mangles his arm they took the mush and put it in a sling | |
around his neck where all the parts were there he couldn t write | |
or work or even jerk off he still didn t know if he wanted to get | |
back in the boat |