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I fix my fish |
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I fool my frog |
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I fray my feet |
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I drag my dog |
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I drag my dirt |
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Across the wall |
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I squash my ___ just like my grub |
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I bang ____ in a pub |
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My girl is right |
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In greasy silk |
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A split tomato in her mind |
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A crumpled heart |
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Sagged to the sea |
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Tomato heart |
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Escaping gas |
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I think my girl has rubber skin |
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Of all the people that I know |
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The ones I like I love the best |
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The fishes in the sewer pipes |
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The highway man in yellow stripes |
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It might not now but it will be later |
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Wading through your ventilator |
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Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh |
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I tang my fag |
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You taint your cyst |
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The pretty Bob he |
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Licks my stamp |
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And twists her fang |
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She tugs his foot |
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We think of better things and laugh |
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Her hair's on my marshmallow pout |
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My head is rich |
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Enough to burst |
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Without me struggling in my car |
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Fresh ale and flies |
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On melon halves |
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You wind up living somewhere cheap |
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And die upon a compost heap |
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Of all the people I don't know |
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The ones I do I hate the most |
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The twisted father of mankind |
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'S enough to drive a poor boy blind |
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It might not now but it could be later |
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Wading through your ventilator |
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I wading in and that's a fact |
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The meat was cut the meat was packed |
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You shredded me with icy strings |
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As coiled salami I was led |
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Into a holy stocking shed |
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My life like antiseptic stings |
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A tounge of stalk |
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And tender leaves |
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And then she'll eat |
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Her skull it _____ and splits |
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And like an egg |
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It dribbles down your inside leg |
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Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay |
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I drank a cat |
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I sun a cake |
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She throws transistors in my lake |
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I threw her head |
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Far through the door |
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You wonder what I do that for |
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They wonder what she think I gots |
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Listen baby |
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There ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind |
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If it bothers you we can turn it off |
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With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye |
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And my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hide |
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And my salmon head wait on a moose's neck |
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A breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawn |
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Invented me one summers morn |
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I lost you now but I'll catch you later |
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Wading through your ventilator |
