| Excuse me for intruding in your piece of hell
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| I want to be at the table when the swollen world eats itself
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| Grinning as it’s licking the grease from its starving continents
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| Carving the word 'par' in my heart as I pass the condiments
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| Shred the documents
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| I slept gripping an iron bar
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| Sent my mind touring the dark side in a hire car
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| The lit neon sign just read 'live a liar die a star'
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| So I arrived with my severed tongue in a giant jar
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| A barfly with a vile scar orders his seventh round
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| The clandestine kids on the corner were selling brown
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| And I was sporting organs that morphed into gormless orphans
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| I taught to ignore the laws of this boring decrepit town
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| They had the smack soup with them fat crack croutons, damn
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| I almost puked into my Lapsang Souchong, fam
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| Watching addiction rip the stitches out of introverts
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| Is akin to clocking pigs in this city picking a kid to search
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| It’s butters
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| I skipped desert and ripped the skies asunder
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| Enveloped every atom left my skin beside the puncture
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| The drowning kitten orchestra begin their final number
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| To a riotous applause from the kids inside the bunker
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| And everyday they grew less beautiful
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| I’d kill 'em but I couldn’t find a suplex suitable
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| A mass of black suits swarm a moonswept funeral
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| The eulogy was whispered by myself as usual
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| Here lies your every mortal enemy
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| Beaten to a pulp and packaged neatly in the cemetery
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| Regrettably, you are now contractually obliged to sell your tongue
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| For twenty pence
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| And shovel maggots in your eyes
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| Now shake my fucking hand Looks like I blew the whole shit up again
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| Come we reverse time
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| Drill a ditch and fill it with drug oil and desert wine
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| And we can take turns powersliding into the night
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| Riding a shrunken block of ice
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| And return surfing the world blind
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| Fine, let my face stew in the revelry
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| Boil amidst the madness and straight ruin the recipe
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| The breakthrough of the century
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| How can you explain yourself with a brain trained to melt
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| On command mewing incessantly?
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| And when the whole world ate itself
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| I stayed to hear the famous belch ringing round the dining hall
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| As unborn babies fashioned ice picks from ribs
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| And glued their hands to them with spit
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| To stop them slipping down vaginal walls
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| Bow to the head of the prang foetus club
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| Still in the womb with his head in his hands creasing up
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| Sneaking up, crawling out the gash and handing each of us a
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| Pamphlet on why living isn’t sweet enough
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| Sour vibes
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| Lather up and step out drunk
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| I’ve seen it all before and never tore my flesh out once
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| Your meal’s been marinating in the sewer tied in tourniquets
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| So never blame the waiters for your deadout munch
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| Fussy diner turned untouchable pile of mess
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| Compressed to a small spherical ball stuck to a wiry neck
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| The smile suggests it was added purely for the asinine effect of
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| Tricking its recipients
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| Shit, give your eyes a rest
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| Here lies your every mortal enemy
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| Beaten to a pulp and packaged neatly in the cemetery
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| Regrettably, you are now contractually obliged to sell your tongue
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| For twenty pence
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| And shovel maggots in your eyes
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| Pick them up start shovelling |