1. |
Quasimodo
01:27
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I’ve got an ugly face
and some big brown teeth
and a crooked back
and a greasy wig.
But I walk with pride
a proud, loud wobble
The lights flicker
I twitch
You’re not beautiful
You’re shit
Drowning in a sea of self
centered pity
Narcissistic mirror shots
and double takes.
I can’t take a day without compliments
so does my hair look okay?
I mean like really okay?
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2. |
Claritin D
01:26
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Stuff your face in the depths of this room
No one can see your stomach stretching
pants, yeah you
don't know what
I've been through.
You'll cry your way
right into my heart
Depend on me
I want to see you fall apart
I know you think I have the power to
help you stop.
I can't see your feelings through
all that cover up.
The pitch black tears run down the sides
of your pound cake cheeks.
Kiss my lips and I'll kiss back
Then we'll both sneeze.
People are allergic to bullshit
and that's all you let me speak.
Yes I am allergic to cats
But you won't be my Claritin D
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3. |
Chill to the Bone
01:18
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Maybe it's the quiet types that are truly intriguing
and maybe it's the freckles on your face
that really make me smile.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm
not sure what to do about your stone cold eyes
staring oceans so blue.
I do not want you
and so I silently chew
my fingers
Skin is oil at first
Balsamic Vinegar
Oh I chew
And your silent frame
It will never be true
I do not know what to do
I know I'll never have you.
Can't stand the sun
I'm a sucker for air conditioning
But I choose it myself
Yeah, I like it in hell.
Under a flame-skied sunset
Sitting sad and alone,
Coughing blood, I'm so stoned
Pop pain pills in your home
So I'd rather watch you with him
than watch it alone
I am chill to the bone
Yes, I am chill to the bone.
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4. |
Chest Kicker
01:15
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Brooding manhood
Won’t intimidate
but honest nerves
well, they will seal our fates
To never intertwine
these icicle fingers
and to never ever touch
my sweaty palms
We are two different worlds
I’m honor roll
and you dropped out
you’re at some party
I’m home
I am screaming, and bleeding out.
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