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[00:22.90] Hold tight the hangers
[00:23.86] Wet cement swimmers front crawling through their manors
[00:26.61] Eye stabbers, neck wringers, skin picking scammers
[00:29.37] I watched them all sliding down the ladders from the sky
[00:32.13] Meet your suicidal gooey eyed attackers
[00:34.88] The little wet brain splatters on the sheets
[00:37.51] From the shootouts that rage between your ears as you sleep got you shook
[00:41.14] I love it when shit gets obese
[00:42.92] So you can slash a hole and let the fat trickle through the streets
[00:45.71] Options for failure: Blame your old man
[00:49.36] Or pick a partner and paint yourselves pink and hold hands
[00:51.16] Like twin fasses
[00:53.95] Dragging floral print baggage
[00:55.71] Comparing dead bugs and superficial wing damage
[00:58.47] We've all juiced a couple grim gashes, taken licks, sold powder, puked up and switched planets
[01:03.99] Normal
[01:04.83] So I ain't fucking with your checklist when every winning soul is in that bin marked defectives
[01:10.28] "Blessed are the meek, but they ain't gonna inherit a single penny shred of meat or drop of medicine from me mister savour!"
[01:16.50] Barked your favourite ignoramus his tight fists bleeding on his pearly white trainers
[01:21.11] Stainless, controlled by one plastic button
[01:23.82] That triggers a sudden jet of blood to end any discussion
[01:27.52] Geeks in the towers like "fuck em!"
[01:30.20] I dug the fine china out and stuffed their faces in the oven
[01:32.99] Singing incoming incoming fling a rock kill them all
[01:35.66] Sting summmin sting summin
[01:37.56] Fuck the rules pin them up
[01:39.34] Swing summin swing summin
[01:40.21] Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing
[01:42.97] (they ain't gonna win nothing)
[01:44.71] Fuck 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your dreams all must of ducked out
[01:52.04] Flooding in the streets let another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now
[01:55.64] Everyone in towns now sufficiently suspicious
[01:59.31] That your mutant superpowers are officially fictitious
[02:02.95] Comic book villains, young, dumb and ambitious
[02:04.78] Mouth snothered in a warm smile that gave us all the shivers
[02:08.44] "These oily sacks of bile are just delicious! Where did you source the mangled human heart you're squeezing?!"
[02:14.75] I continued asking, made a drunken crass remark
[02:16.69] Was ejected from the premises and grew to love the feeling
[02:20.22] And so the plan is still to skid along a winning streak
[02:22.97] Skipping each cripple sat shrivelling and swiging bleach
[02:25.67] And greet death grinning with a full set of missing teeth
[02:29.35] Earthworm twin middle fingers to the chicken beaks
[02:32.06] And when the freaks came to bite away your flesh
[02:34.80] I'd never heard the word 'fuck' used to quite the same effect
[02:37.57] It was special
[02:38.43] It's funny how divine skin gleaming in a pool of golden light is drawn to every precious meta
[02:43.97] Strange, I shrugged off the thought and kept vibesing
[02:46.65] Deep black cloud, tin foil lining
[02:49.32] Everything's divine therefore everything is shining
[02:52.00] You are not complete yet, we are not surviving
[02:55.75] These are not your peole, all moving skatty
[02:58.41] Like a three legged staffy chasing pigeons in an alley
[03:01.27] There's a very real feeling at the bottom of that baggy
[03:03.91] I booted with as many human eyes as I could carry
[03:06.66] Singing incoming incoming fling a rock kill them all
[03:09.48] Sting summmin sting summin
[03:11.29] Fuck the rules pin them up
[03:13.07] Swing summin swing summin
[03:13.90] Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing
[03:16.63] (they ain't gonna win nothing)
[03:18.41] Fuck 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your dreams all must of ducked out
[03:25.78] Flooding in the streets let another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now
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