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....pillshop |
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too bad. too bad. sugar don't come round, i'm too bad. deep blue, i'm fridge white. sugar don't come round, don't come by. "take these and who knows?" it's all he ever says so here goes... one of these and two of those. i rattle like a pillshop, heaven knows. here's sarah, she's going under. she wanted to be a homemaker. too bad for her, he don't wanna want no homemaker. "deep blue to my toes" is all she ever says so here goes... three of these, four of those. he'll love her when she's dead gone, heaven knows. oh lord. 2.3.4. can't pick myself up off the floor too bad. counting 4.5.a ring on every finger and still no bride. "take these and take those" is all he ever says so here goes..3 for me + 4 for you, we rattle like a pillshop. it's gonna break us in two. |
....cattlecount
they're buzzing like flies, to and fro. as white as hospitals in the pure snow swinging they go. swinging they go. they float from mouth to mouth to feel the flow... and they go "if you don't want me no-one will. if you don't need me no-one will"... soak my brains on my bed. drag my heavy thoughts through my heavy head. and swinging i go.. swinging i go... float from mouth to mouth to feel the flow. and i go... if you don't want me no-one will. if you don't need me no-one will. a heavy heart...a sad eyed dog... holding out for those rattling locks.....song for charles manson rise piggies rise and keep me from the things that i want bad. cry hollywood cry, today's your day. home-sick-sweet-home... even when it shines i can't see no light. rise piggies rise, there's not a happy thought in my head. so cry piggies cry, wind your way ahead. your junk's overripe. it rots in the limelight.. even when it shines there's no light. even when it shines there's no light. even when it shines i can't see no light.......lucien turns bluetake a little measure, oil myself with a little c.k. wash myself. keeping the ride stood on the drive... how about that? peach pie.peach pie... i wanna go burn out all my lights. sucking on smirnoff mixed on ice. break up and then get them again.. how about that? peach pie.peach pie.peach pie.peach pie.... are we dead yet... mama, are we dead yet? sink a little measure, oil myself with a little c.k. wash myself. wake up and then do it again. how about that?
....saints preserve us (in formaldehyde)
easy. listen up. i've got it all... i've got you when i want you soft as moss my dripping heart hs got you when i want you dressed like look-a-likes you'd never know i'd got you when i want you but i'm so restless and sleepsick... say that you'll be there to weep when i die.. saints preserve us in formaldehyde. your teeth beam back at me pearly white you've got me where you want me see clean through me when you like. you've got me where you want me i change. you change.. we're still the same... got me where you want me dressed like look-a-likes.. kentucky fried...
....for pinko
you can go with the flow, if you want to go. you can go with the flow, if you want to go. these are the winners... they're all done by mirrors. calvin klein reads your mind while you're idle on the drive... on the sign, in a line, they're kissing and holding hand-guns. all done by mirrors. they're all done by mirrors. so keep your nerve, prise your sunken eyes awake. it's all done by mirrors anyway... you can go with the flow, if you want to go. say, pinko, you can go if you want to go. it's all done by mirrors. all done by mirrors.
