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Two Ton Boa
05:12
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My heart is floating in a seasick bag of meat
My will is broken and my tongue has lost her feet
My throat unravels spilling out this hopeless cancer
It feels so nice to be a dope sick topless dancer
This train rolls on crushing landscape like a tank
It sighs and breathes like an animal in heat
I laugh and point at the track marks in the grass
Gouged out dead rivers spelling out our epitaph
I wore your love like a two ton diamond boa
I liked you my pet draped around my fragile neck
Your serpent tail was flailing trapped inside my velvet oven
One slip times twenty and we exploded into Nothing
My skirt is rising covering me and all of my lies
A black tornado sucking me into the sky
I wear these blinders as I await my favorite mass
Your holy ghost trapped inside the TV glass
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Comin' Up From Behind
03:30
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She’s an eight ball
She’s rolling faster than a whitewall
She’s got an avalanche packed in a snowball
She’s losing all her leeches like a stonewall...she’s loaded up
She’s the underdog
Gonna take a mighty swipe at the high hogs
While they’re sipping on their tricks in a thick fog
Making eyes at the girls like bullfrogs...i’m telling you sir
She’s coming up from, coming up from,
Comin’ up, coming up from behind, yeah!
She’s coming up from, coming up from, coming up
Coming up from behind
You’d like her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire dangling
While your wall street pockets are jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your rich kid games
It’s a longshot
She’s got the truth and her tongue for a slingshot
But she’s taking steady aim at the big shots
It’s hard to miss the ruling bullies on the blacktop...
You better pocket your turf
She’s coming up from behind
You had her hanging
Like a sneaker on a live wire dangling
While your gold lined pockets were jangling
With the hollow jackpot of your wretched games
She caught your sick lie
It was creeping in the shadow of your white smile
Lurking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes
Were you greasing up plans for your small fry?
You want her talking up to you
Where you float like a royal balloon-o
Your ego swollen to the size of the moon...well
I think you found somebody to cut you down to size!
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Puppet Charm
04:35
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Bleeding Heart
08:58
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Have Mercy
05:09
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Who could tell?
You can’t smell poison in a perfumed well
So I fell
Into a softly padded empty shell
Forged in hell
Bought by you to sell
I was high
But I remember when you treated me fine
So unkind
You broke my cellar and you drank my wine
Now same in kind
The curse once yours is mine
Oh baby
Can’t you see what you’ve done to me?
Have mercy on me
I’ve clung to the glove
That your hand slipped out of
Empty as the love
I mistook for a gift from above
Wrapped in flesh
I toss and turn upon this concrete bed
Bathed in red
I scrape for reasons but they turn to lead
And rot instead
Like a landfill in my head
Oh baby
Can’t you feel what you’ve done to me?
Have mercy on me
I’m still clutching the glove
That your hand slipped out of
It’s black as the love
I mistook for a gift from above
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