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I got nothing to teach the learnin' curve of your body |
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I got teeth that could hurt you probably |
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With one bite |
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A tongue with spikes, a rusty knife |
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I wish you'd take it from me |
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And gut me like a fish, uptight and selfish |
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Got a lust for life and a death wish |
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They're husband and wife and they |
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**** like they're helpless |
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Am I a product of uninteresting sex |
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If I'm bored by your pillow-talk and |
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Newport cigarettes? |
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She chews on fiberglass like a teething infant |
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He breathes in her stink and seems indifferent |
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She dreams of children |
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He hears the pitter-patter of little fetuses |
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He's like "Stand by me,There's a leech in my briefs and it's bleeding like a stuck pigCome quick!" |
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Think of a baby's name, she wanted to call it quits |
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I'mma name him |
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Raymond and raise him |
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Like I don't know my own strength |
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And bench-press the baby naked |
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Hold it to the sky, like "Look what I did!It's mine, and you can't have it." |
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Until it rains, and when it rains |
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He sticks out his tounge to catch it |
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The baby stays |
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He just stares into the abyss 'til the abyss blinks |
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Instincts pop up to the surface like pinpricks |
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Still flinch |
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Manhandle the killswitch |
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Peg meet square, get dismantled by drill-bits |
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The deconstruction of a functional addict |
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Leaving assumptions to a bunch of fanatics |
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It's just standard procedure |
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With an automatic pilot light |
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Hide behind a white lab rain coat 'cause the water broke |
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Press eject |
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First comes the head, then the neck |
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Then the body avalanches out the tape deck |
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Floppin' on the ground like a fish out of its element |
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No one wants to acknowledge the carnage, the mess or elephant |
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That's in the room |
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Connected to the womb with a lifeline |
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Labored all day through the morning noon and nighttime |
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Then we cut the cord, fully aware |
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What we keep on the inside's too personal to share |
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Now we hold it in the air, like "look what happened!" |
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If we throw it out with the bath water |
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Will you catch it? |
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Or let it go down the drain |
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If it goes down the drain |
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I'mma snatch it |
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The baby stays |
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The baby stays |
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And I'mma hold it to the sky, like "Look what I did!It's mine, and you can't have it." |
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Until it rains, and when it rains |
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He sticks out his tounge to catch it |
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The baby stays |
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The baby stays |
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The baby stays |
