When I'm waking up

Pour the coffee in my cup, place the pills within my mouth

Let the coffee cup erupt

I reckon you might say I'm never truly living

I'm awfully cold so is my skin giving out?

And if you're driven, you're driving the nice whips

So I'll trade in my will for a pointed ice tip

You shove it in my back

The place for all the quacks is where I can relax

While people pay the tax

And I'm like Brenda. She's a little doll who

Opens up her legs

With her back against the wall

I always reckoned that my eyes were too small;

But

I'm quite complacent

With

Seeing nothing at all

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Did you know? Did you know that?

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When I'm laying down you can bet I got the crown same crown underneath the same frown melancholia skirts the bend's round bent her over burrowed underneath her skirt digging deep until it hurt

And tore her shirt, and the ruckus confused until she can't remember if she rusts or gets used

Or loses composure

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Let's

Abuse

The god

And I can gurantee

Human nature gets odd

Even odder when you count the chickenshit and cannonfodder in the corner I

Can

Spot her in the kitchen. With the mourners

"Be gone ya

Young basterds!" Grace is in a chain, giving head to the masters

Quite strange. They fill her up and then trash her. Dump her. Thrust and pump and pace faster

And I ain't the one to outclass ya

Pastor

Fills the needs and then feeds. Mary pops her cherry then bleeds. Her Pops is scary; I leave

And you can bet I'm never to explain the reason that his daughter is holding a second brain in her stomach

I'm ready for the plummet

I've yet to reach the summit

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You've been a very bad girl. Fry you up in the kettle. False in legs false in thighs false in teeth breath hair and eyes you've been a very bad girl fry you up in the kettle false in legs false in thighs false in teeth false in breasts