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Tarred and feathered like a gutted chicken |
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Stuck in a rut out of luck ad nauseam |
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Sew up my lips and cut my throat |
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I choke on the gag but I don't get the joke |
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Spineless and fish-like, I swim in the mire |
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I swear like a saw-tooth, fin-flap and gill |
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Scrap this ludicrous chain of events |
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Tear away from book-form and screen-time |
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Scream 'till I hoarse and strapped to my carriage |
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I bite on the bit of spittle and white bait |
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Cloven hooved I scratch at my thorax |
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Yelling I loathe you and smelling a rat |
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The price that I paid in suicide notes |
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Sighing and screwing and ****ing about |
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Name a disease that's not out to tease me |
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Spike thru the tongue and eyeballs are razored |
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Snap your teeth on concrete and order |
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Don't say what you feel if it stinks of disorder |
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So tell me that you hate me |
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And I will feel good |
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The price that I pay is measured in years |
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Sucker on the exhaust of crime lights |
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So sew up my mouth and then slit my throat |
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I choke on the gag but I don't get the joke |
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Tarred and feathered like a gutted chicken |
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Stuck in a rut out of luck ad nauseam |
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Sew up my lips and cut my throat |
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I choke on the gag but I don't get the joke |
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Spineless and fish-like, I swim in the mire |
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I swear like a saw-tooth, fin-flap and gill |
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Scrap this ludicrous chain of events |
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Tear away from book-form and screen-time |
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So tell me that you hate me |
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And I will feel so good |
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Sew up my mouth and then slit my throat |
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I choke on the gag but I don't get the joke |
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Sucker on the exhaust of crime lights |
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Sucker on the exhaust of crime lights |
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Sew up my mouth and then slit my throat |
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I choke on the gag but I don't get the joke |
