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This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,
These clothes don’t fit us right
I’m to blame
It’s all the same
It’s all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

We’ve been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
Est, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
I need this
I need this

Circus Envy

Here comes that awful feeling again
Welcome the ugly animal.
I hold my breath to what you sing,
My pyro b-ba-ba ball and chain,
I’m not afraid, i messed it, messed it, messed it, messed it up

I’ve got my telescope head in the haystack
I’m getting tired of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, i forgot to bark on command

Here comes that awful feeling again
Make way for monster jealousy
The strong man kicked sand into my breakfast cereal bowl
I’d spelled your name with oatios,
He messed it, messed it, messed it, messed it up

I’ve got my telescope head in the haystack
I am tired of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, i forgot to bark on command

(you’re mean, mean, mean
You tease, tease, tease me)

If i were you i’d really run from me
I’d really really wish that i were you
When i get loose i’ll climb a tree
And drop a load on your head
This monster in me makes me retch, you messed it, messed it up

I’ve got my telescope head in the haystack
I am jealous of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, i forgot to bark
Put pepper in my coffee, i forgot to bark on command

(you’re mean, mean, mean
You tease, tease, tease me)

Do you smell jealousy?
Do you smell jealousy, jealousy, jealousy

Chorus And The Ring

Hey there now young wholly, sing along
Quote the scriptures, keep them guessing
Which pit you crawled from.
Just defy it, just deny it, was it fun?
Your time has come-
What have you done? what have you done?

That’s when the insults start to sting
You can’t remember anything
The chorus chime in, the greek chorus,
The machine of god singing.

It’s the poison that it measures brings illuminating vision
It’s the knowing with a wink that we expect in southern women
It’s the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself
It’s the octopus that crawled back to the sea.

That’s when the insults start to sting
You can’t remember anything
The chorus chime in, the greek chorus,
The machine of god ring!

Hey…..

Hammered shooting plywood in the backyard
Laughing ’cause the racket makes the blackbirds sing
Write the holy terror, suck the marrow from the bone – singe
Your own wings burning books, you got the chorus and the ring

That’s when the insults start to sting
You can’t remember anything
The chorus chime in, the greek chorus
The machine sings.

That’s when the insults start to ring
You can’t remember anything
The chorus chime in the greek chorus
The machine sings.

That’s when the calibration brittle as a stick gets you the gold ring
And the tar museum che guevera wink, gold ring.
Gold ring.

Sing, sing, sing, sing.

Carnival Of Sorts

There’s a secret stigma, reaping wheel.
Diminish, a carnival of sorts.
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel.
Stranger, stranger to these parts.

Gentlemen don’t get caught, cages under cage. gentlemen don’t get caught,
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. boxcars (are pulling) out of town.
Boxcars (are pulling) out of town.

Cages under, cages under, cages under cage.
Cages under, cages under, cages under cage.

There’s a secret stigma, reaping wheel.
Stranger, stranger to these parts.
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel.
Diminish, stranger.

Burning Hell

Women got legs, men got pants
I got the picnic, you got the ants,
Put it in the fire heaven knows
Take my torch and touch your toes in hell
It’s a burning hell

You can burn in hell
It’s a burning hell
You can burn in hell
It’s a burning hell

Women don’t fret, boys don’t bet
Let me see your silhouette in hell
Women above me take my love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love

It’s a burning hell
It’s a burning hell
Baby, baby, baby, i’m hell
It’s a burning hell

Girl stop moving, boy behave
Baby, i’ll put you in an early grave in hell
Love on the ceiling, love on the floor
I’m gonna leave you burning for more
Burn in the country, burn downtown
All the best people are burning down in hell, hell, ah hell
It’s a burning hell
You’ll burn in hell
It’s a big, burning, giant, colossal matter
Hell
Oh baby, i’m hell

Burn, burn, burn!

Burning Down

From the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jew’s-harp, you’re reeking gin

Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they’ve got your goat
Burning down – my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down – can’t you see that my hands are bound

Johnny mike is reading in the yard
His story’s timely, oh oh oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear

Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they’ve got your goat
Burning down – my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down – can’t you see that my hands are bound

You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he’s got a gun
Burning down – my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down – can’t you see that my hands are bound

He’s cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off he’s got a gun

Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but they’ve got your goat
Burning down – my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down – can’t you see that my hands are bound