| All seems quiet
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| Guess they’re gonna ram it out later
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| My worlds were dividing
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| Flesh like handfuls of old newspaper
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| Some foul smell wrinkles the fat, red face of the cocktail waiter
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| He sneezed out seven more bar staff
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| Scuttling around like rats in fantasia
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| It’s all filling up
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| Some kid brought his whole past with him
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| That’s from from 2012 with the meth lab stare and the sour cream filling
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| That’s him from his teen-goth-lip-stick phase
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| We all thought he went missing
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| 12 more at the back bar grinning
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| Me and her sat there chilling
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| By midnight she’d had a few kids, by 7 she’d had a bunch more
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| It was jarring
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| They chewed at our kneecaps under the table and picked at our shins
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| Left deep, red scarring
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| At 2AM ten of my twins pulled up in three-wheelers and snuck through a side door
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| Lined up behind me ready to swap seats
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| And sell her a lost freak
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| This tequila’s to die for
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| Damn… she kept snake eggs in a silver purse
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| Damn… now let’s all multiply till the building bursts
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| He could have filled a church with shades of himself all kneeling in prayer
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| As hundreds of stained glass scenes from his childhood spin around us 6 feet in
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| the air
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| Told them to hide in the trunk
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| Never mind me, I’m drunk
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| Swarm of people around us
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| Millions of twinkling-eyes in this dump
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| If you wanna be by yourself
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| You should have said that right from the jump
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| But when you’ve sawn off the left hand
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| How you gonna slice off the right with the stump?
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| (How you gonna slice off the right with a stump?)
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| (How you gonna slice off the right with a stump?)
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| Rumour has it I’m still in the wild wriggling
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| Tugging my teeth out in a Vietnamese chemist
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| The sun on my back, staggering, fleeing a green menace
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| That’s pulling my brain out and deleting the clean edits
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| Squeezing the days dry and then eating the sweet relish
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| The sweltering heat melting the skin on my scalp bubbling
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| Rattling guns firing a million rounds up at him
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| Guessing they all still ain’t forgiven him
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| How troubling
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| Nah, lies
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| I’m on my ones at the table tucking in my napkin
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| Imma eat all night while the walls are collapsing (yeah)
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| Blood red everything, everything matching (matching)
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| Reptile eggs in the cold air hatching (yeah)
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| We lived our lives like sci-fi epics (epics)
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| Just my name three thousand times on the credits (scrolling)
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| We were pelted with pills like shotgun pellets
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| And after a while we were just sending our stunt doubles to parties in red
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| capes to tug at the night’s innards
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| Slipping in mud dribbling blood in their wine Spritzers
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| Coming back with a skull and a couple of nice pictures
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| All these plastic figures are peering out of the cupboards
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| I just rang the bell and greeted a shivering shop dummy
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| And every possible future is stuck on a spinning wheel
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| She just pushed her little hand on the buzzer and got lucky
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| 'Sir! |
| These extra faces cost money!'
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| I sped away grinning and burnt a full tank
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| He surrounded himself with himself
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| And then sat there waiting one to pull rank
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| The trouble ain’t the endless debauchery and depravity behind us all
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| The trouble’s remembering every minute
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| But no-one's gonna turn up and hand you a tiny island with a single deck chair
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| in the centre of the pacific
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| Wait, wait, never mind me, I’m drunk
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| Swarm of people around us millions of twinkling eyes in this dump
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| If you wanna be by yourself, (you)
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| You should have said that right from the jump
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| But, when you’ve sawn off the left hand, how you gonna slice off the right with
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| the stump? |
| (Wait, wait)
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| Never mind me, I’m drunk
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| Swarm of people around us, millions of twinkling eyes in this dump
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| If you wanna be by yourself
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| You should have said right from the jump
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| Should have said right from the jump |