| «Backwash districts sprung from Ra’s bright hips
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| Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips
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| And it’s just endless combinations of the same old shit
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| Sloshing back and forth across some continents»
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| All that talking it ain’t got no use when it’s just mal-digestion that’s been
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| haunting you
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| Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods
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| You’re just a litany of horrors like the evening news but
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| Off somewhere in a New York flat, benzedrine derailed rants of immeasurable
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| frenetic praise
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| That cauterize before they save
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| All the truth now in how you’re lying there
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| Shoulder bladed nightmare, rug pulled from your feet
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| All the truth now in how you’re lying there in
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| Angel-headed elsewhere, so markedly meek
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| Slapped like a has-been by syntactic gods
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| Whom which the help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw
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| And you don’t want to look surprised but you’re in constant awe
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| Ain’t no fig leaf big enough to hide your diction flaws now
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| Teeming pools of alphabetic shame that spit out
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| Infinitely indolent verbs across your page
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| Who dig their cloddish claws instantly into some nouns legs
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| If once your manuscript just limped, now it’s become quite lame, but
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| Off somewhere in New York flat, they don’t deal with things like that, just
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| Immeasurable frenetic praise that cauterizes as it saves
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| All the truth now in how you’re lying there
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| Shoulder bladed nightmare, rug pulled from your feet
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| All the truth now in how you’re lying there in
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| Angel-headed elsewhere, so markedly meek
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| All the truth now in how you’re lying there
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| Shoulder bladed nightmare, rug pulled from your feet
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| All the truth now in how you’re lying there in
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| Angel-headed elsewhere for the past six weeks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carl Solomon Blues , by - Dear and the Headlights. Song from the album Drunk Like Bible Times, in the genre Иностранный рок