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There's a demon on the razor |
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sucking on the blade |
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I meet him on the freeway |
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and I hug him in the shade |
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His white forktail |
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is caught inside my nose |
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And my black and blue eyes |
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twitch spastic toes |
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As I slither |
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up the tap-dance hill |
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up the tap-dance hill |
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And feel the crushing |
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of imaginations glow |
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Into the crudest things |
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a man can know |
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There's a ring struck through my nose! |
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A cord is laying on the mirror's shine! |
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Put it through the ring |
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and lead me round and down |
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While I believe I'm high, |
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I believe I'm high |
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Snuffle |
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When I breathe. Writhe me in |
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These clouds of shame. |
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Again! Again! Again! |
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And then I stop |
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I am the animal I know I am |
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I flush away this powder with the shit. |
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And I rise - an eagle-winged assassin, |
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The murderer of custom and of habit |
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I flush away this funny powder with the shit. |
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I'm a breathing rose! |
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An eagle-winged assassin |
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a breathing |
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The murderer of custom and of habit |
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I stand free. |
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I step free! |
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This me! |
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I stand free. |