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I'll hold my own death as a card in the deck
To be played when there are no other cards left
I'll slip into the ocean unnoticed and notify no one on the notarized form
And they're slow on a hot summer morning
Like that one-legged locksmith in Colraine
But I'll hold my own death as a card in the deck
To be played when there are no other cards left
As A Card
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Keep your producer guessing
When you're in the booth confessing
And say it was mostly fiction
If they ever come to get you
Better bet your bottom dollar
On the spirit, son, and father
That I'll spit and shit and holler, yeah
Cause I'm my mother's daughter
Be warned, my temper burns
Like a ginger-blow pugilist
Bitter Thoughts
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I figure I'll be fine in time, Danny
I figure I'll be fine in time, Danny
I'll find out ways the devil's lined up waiting
To leap inside my mind, Danny
To seep inside my mind
See the secrets and lies in the creases 'round my eyes
Still I'm betting on time to redefine my life
But this is not a lottery
No this is not a lottery
Danny
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You wanted an effigy of me so true it bleeded
Each hair a filament of glass formed while heated
Assumed you'd see bright blooms and fruit trees
With the root things weeded
What your new scene needed
So that's what we did
What was unclean was played and sung
Then framed and hung till lame and numb
And then repeated
Cause that's when the fame will come
Distance
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When I got better from the mumps
Yes, my swollen nut and neck shrunk
But, though subtle, I can smell distinctly
Some sick and swollen stink, still to this day stays with me
And irked as some dumb tart from Illinois
In a shirt that says "I heart Michigan boys"
But it's oy, still steel as a goy's gut
Oh so concealed in the crease but
Slow pitching like a Vatican priest to be Pope -- what?
Dope. So every morning wake up with hope
Jonathan's Hope
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There are no indisputable histories of Christmas
Playing possum in a PO box
With the key I'll receive in good time
Or vague, indefinite afterlife scenarios
On loop laying true
Unnoticed, deep in the rustiest back silos of my mind
No I know with no uncertainty
That I'm uncertain and I don't know
I know with no uncertainty
Kevin's Cancer
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To be born is anything but this
The dying wish of a dinosaur's dish
Of no use, a shitty gift like a single slipper
I go diffuse in city quick like the little dipper
She's cute with little titties and a sense of humor
But to tell you the truth, sir
I pity the poor fool, her
Fruitless in a holster and clueless in a kiss
I'm older than death
Vulgar with unfresh breath
Paper Hearts
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[Intro]
His hooves in dirt pound
And eat up ground
He cannot remain bound
When the trumpets sound
[Verse 1]
Let's review some recent facts
I make decent cash, I'm a minor star
And we can't last if she don't drive a hybrid car
Sod In The Seed
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Strawberries on your birthday, Shirley
The shit I said to hotel managers haunts me
Pall bearers of the first string ready
Discretely gather in the second floor hallway
And I am not okay boys
No I am not okay
No I am not okay boys
Itching like an intern with a sunburn
For what a stone unturned covers
Strawberries
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A man who thirsts for milk in the unwed regions of his mouth
And finds nothing but sand in an old red pail from his youth
That he's long since ceased to recognize
Hanging heavy by a crooked tooth
Will always thirst like that
Yeah, he will thirst like that always
He will always thirst like that
Yeah, he will thirst like that always
Thirst
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I've seen my shadow make the grass not grow
In a strange approximation of my sorrow
So I know I'm framed in pain to see
But here the maid does come before I show and after I go
And she has not seen me
No she has not seen me
Cause I am obliterated
Get close and be frustrated
I am obliterated by
Thirteen On High
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I’m something unheard and bound under harbor sound,
But my words are heard loud when I’m on the mound.
And with the vocal duress of a lone thrush in a bush,
That’s a quote from a book of my local press push.
The doctor of ramble and word scramble,
From the land of proctor and gamble and cop scandals.
Rocking soccer socks in sandals like yeah bro,
Talking crude a tad too verbose and way too close.
Waterlines
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Tongue gone dumb
From disuse at some
Numb young sea-scum’s post
Bottle after bottle after bottle out sink
Cold filled to the cork with uncrackable code
So good through the years the knots went
That it's alphabet was even forgotten
Me? I’m head vessel for a fleet of tears
Out on my old man’s bones parole
Under sail only for a hole to hell to fill
White English
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