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You need to behave yourself, boy |
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Yeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum doloris |
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Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace |
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But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes |
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But baby, I won't joke with you |
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My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust |
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But the Romans are gone, they changed their name because they lost |
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She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic |
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Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; like this |
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And this |
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I mean, she's my baby |
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But she makes me get avuncular |
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And when my monkey is jumping I got no time for making up for her |
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I fantasize about the hospital |
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The army, asylum, confinement, in prison |
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Any place where there's a time to clear my vision |
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I spit it out |
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Whatever's in my mouth |
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Just like that Black Bat Licorice |
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Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice |
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That Black Bat Licorice |
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That Black Bat Licorice |
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Yeah |
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I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for me |
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Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring |
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I've got the wit of the stickers with atomic clock precision |
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And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions like this |
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Women need to know, I play dumb like Columbo |
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And get my feelings hurt and move to NY like I'm Dumbo |
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Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions? |
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To not even know what you are doing |
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Or care about yourself or your species in the billions |
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Yeah, I have to spit it out |
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Oh, whatever's in my mouth |
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I have to spit it out |
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Just like that Black Bat Licorice |
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That Black Bat Licorice |
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That Black Bat Licorice |
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I never liked it, I never will |
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Now state the same damn thing with the violin |
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Whatever you feed me |
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I feed you right back |
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But it will do no good |
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