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Pop, Pop, Pop
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Lithium prescriptions hands full of pills to pop pop pop pop. Bradley brought a pocket of daddy's bullets to school, we all drop. Arm in arm lovers head for the hills, smiling and chasing credit card bills, and no here we don't we don't the wind-chill so stop. stop stop stop. Well it took some time to get it right, wrote your name on my shoe by candle light, "promising you my palette" and, This diners fucking empty its a quarter to four and I like the music and the jukebox to pop! That girl twirls her gum a lot, ginger ale on the countertop, addictions at the four way stop. Does your chest burst or.... You said you want it? like they all want it? But she don't need it like they need it.
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Caught at the front door with cellophane wrapped orders, flowers came well rehearsed to cut the tongue off at the word. And stripped you to the stem she burned your baby's breath; I come to make amends and call you out from bed. She pours the drinks, boy you caught a naughty girl. "What were you looking for?”, How about red wine girl, ice on the nightstand, and the pearls you call retro. I let the blood faucet down the shower. I merely am a video recorder on six-inch reel. Nice additions to collections. You pull the pin the needle that prick left in. Hard oak floors a vase off the counter, I'll clean it up and won't ask a question. So say you love me baby, till you need me baby. Pastel duct tape coordination dress, I turned away, but kept peeking in, so say you love me baby, you love that color scheming. I'm a good boy, I like good things, soda pops a nice porch and a tire swing. I'm a clean boy, I like clean things, I like clean girls in dirty magazines. I'm a good boy; I like good things, lingerie touch touch your limousine. I'm a clean boy; I like clean things, I jerking off to dirty memories. Left you legs up on back, left you in heart attacks, this is a mess, but "I like the mess." Strung you in perfect form like a beetle in kicking sores, but I must confess: I grabbed your hair in a ball form fist, then pinned my knees to your wrists, so say you love me baby, 'cause I have pictures, proof we exist. "I was once and will be missed" say you love me baby,” So pour the drinks boy" No, I like red wine girl, from sweet crystal in those glasses next to the vase in the living room.
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The scene swept along in a rush shudder worry hiccups; I guess a crush is a crush. You said my heart was a map I fold and fill with paper bats that I move with my hand along a cloud sky. Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not the one here shaking there bones like a manic, if I am misstressed well I only act to react baby. We only attract to attach. We all get down to chit-chatter beats the thump of the club, the blush of her cheek, so we all all get down with sugar boys and candy girls. I guess a crush is a crush or so it's said to be, paper bats in the air won't let me be, so we all get down with sugar boys and candy girls. They fold us in half as they hum along, it wasn't suppose to be such a sing-a-long, so tsk tsk tsk.
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Go Razorbacks! Go!
03:34
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Oh no!?! did your hear? the springteen and the closet queer. They come in May they close out the year in razorback cheer. And you know 'cause the story's down the hall, and you know, but I think that they're all crazy, and dead to the party. We are the party killers, are drinks are vodka sugared. Oh no!! did you hear, in a week he disappeared. Some twitchy nerves, plastic rhymes, pretty ugly lies like your dirty petty rhymes. We're dead like the party. Meet at four in the union square, red zip up hoodie long brown hair, you hear the roar of the mascot, rumbling in the back lot, and from the hill on McCarthy point your gunna loose it all baby if the word gets out. That daddy's girl is on the learning curve, she’s been teaching me after work, you track the scent to the house, but this is razorback hunting ground.
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Greed
03:01
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Greed is like a fever sweating silver dollar bullets with an itchy trigger finger she'll never live through it. You better get to it.
She's got her pretty pretty boys rolling up their sleeves, mannequin dead skin, rotten baby teeth. Muscle muscle will tear blonde ball room hair, bloody hand over fist, oh the town resist, they insist that everyone loves the red, from her hood down to her little head. So never mind the wolves she's hanging with the wolves, she's gonna flip the situation.
Greed is like a fever sweating silver dollar bullets with an itchy trigger finger she'll never live through it. You better get to it.
Hey if you want it, come and get it now.
Hey if you need it, come and get it now.
The daggers in her legs shaking shoulder blades marching band parades, every night and every day.
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They all move in these halls a mint on folded clothes, and a gun under pillows and pressed sheets, they'll wed by the willow; he's dying to meet. I'm a fool for what I did, the air all moves as a breath through the rows of stamped streets and in the bedroom warmth or so I was led to believe. Fast forwards three years time... Gather the pictures that race up the stairway the frameworks collapse repent for a new day, and alleiluuya. All things that lie on our chest in a locket our lies suit us best in the breast of our pocket. They're planning attack; from the basement they're planning attack. I'm a fool for what I did, tumbling weeds carrying winds that lie on our chest in a locket, our lies suit us best in the breast of our pocket, and they're dying to meet you. So empty your sheath as you march down the stairway. The frameworks collapse repent for a new day, and aillieluuya. I'll talk you out of your soft accents I'll talk you out of that midnight dress. Don't turn away let the sermon begin. Don't turn away don't turn away.
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Hands shiver cold barter cheap cologne oh she’s so in love, everyone's in love with the lyric line and her cheap wine she was so in love, they were so in love. She call you up at nine with a favor for strings this is hardly the time or the place. She must have cried for weeks, begged and plead, but it read blond hair 5'5. Hands shiver cold barter cheap cologne oh she’s so in love, everyone’s in love with the lyric line and her cheap wine she was so in love, they were so in love with bright mascaring eyes, crawling up her thighs. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! Perfect teeth and perfect hair, and a salty neck...and Maybe baby maybe baby I wasn't there, maybe baby maybe baby I wasn't fair, maybe she cried for weeks begged and plead, but the pages read another loss in a downtown loft page 9. Hands shiver cold barter cheap cologne oh she's so in love, oh she's so in love with the lyric line and her cheap wine they were so in love, they were so in love with the good life executive nights, prose’s and preens a sculpted physique. When they caught you in bed, compromising this isn't what it looks like, I am just a victim of circumstance, gratuitous hands well they're really calloused and loving. Well maybe baby well maybe baby I wasn't there, well maybe.
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