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Sole +why?:
Stuck in center city with a midgets girdle
Choking fetus posing as a respectable business person
And he’s selling swollen ribs
Stolen half full glasses of human footprints for my friends
The irate has lost his wooden leg
The stuck up lost her penis
Ye fateful eat macdonald’s. us geeks fry ants with a magnifying glass
Welcome to the cinema I know the seating’s scarse
Turn off the fucking soap opera and watch them do the dance
Meanwhile crumbled up in a trash art heap hungry people pile
While humble people make moves in the mighty pig pen, without pens or pen names
Leave it to us to manufacture the glass house to display your ripped up rag dolls
Well it’s no secret, we all want a cigarette and coffee break
And I’m not gonna lie to you because lies make perfect sense
And while we’re all just spinning there is no perfect sense
This spoiled canvas you see here is somewhat close to mold
This wasted breath will be the death of me all this new shit’s getting old
Your coca cola eats through metal, kills lab rats, and swallows your soul
This wasted breath will be the death of me all this new shit’s getting old
In the center city we sinners acquire company out of necessity and lack of currency
We run by the seat of our cash, buying into everything within a money shot
I’m blocking bullets with a medevil suit of armor on
The armadillo knows not where to hang his hat, relax spread eagle
Or play pictionary on the weekends
Hey, it’s a corporate peepshow, dance for the camera
They love to see us squirm and fuck one another
Feed the babies to the furnace we breath fossil fuel, for the post modernization of mars
Now since a bird flies over the skyscrapers
You assume that it don’t gotta work and it ain’t tied down
But remember that a bird’s gotta touch down to eat and sleep and that the sky is the limit
I put my time in and wrote it all off as a high school field trip wire
I wet my lips slowly before speaking my piece in a mad max subaked wasteland once called progress
Where cars that fail their e-checks go do donuts and break wind
I window shop to avoid the waste that accompanies any major purchase
And purchase my clothes at a second hand shop for the same purpose
My voice is hoarse from screaming in the desert and in space
Where there is no air to carry my cry fuck 283-86-hahah…
I’m waiting my days and tears away with no trusty seed or sunset
I’m waiting for god to stop taking care of the heat bill and buy me blankets
I’m waiting to run slow mo in the meadow and bang my head on neon dollar signs
I’m waiting for the keeper that gets me into the eternal pot luck dinner
The beehive honeys shake hands. good workers reiterate, good work
My smog inhaler is human shortcoming proof
Gather around light of your life, happily blinded. every evening last night of your life
100,000 thousand of us live every morning on a bridge
We hang from ties and never truly die, or leave the clock or run out
So we live for the moment on other peoples time, which is all we have, and it isn’t anything we own
And that makes perfect sense cause it all makes up in our dreams
I’m waiting for god to stop taking care of the heat bill and buy me blankets
I’m waiting my days and tears away with no trusty seed or sunset
I’m waiting for the keeper that gets me into the eternal pot luck dinner
I’m waiting to run slow mo in the meadow and bang my head on neon dollar signs
So here we are, sitting on a simulated camel’s back
Stuck between two humps of stored half smoked cigarettes to be consumed come winter
It’s no secret, we’re all sick of seeing center city though thick smoke
We’re in a bottle of humans who suffocate on cans of coke
Hurdling alarm clocks that we hurled out the window a long time ago
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