| My morality demands a reaction
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| My reality requires retaliation
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| Did you think you could trade a boy for a boy
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| And be forgiven, purer than a vacuum?
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| You don’t elicit that in me. |
| See, you were a great fuck
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| But a bad conversation, get me? |
| It makes me
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| Laugh to think of the clever lines I wasted
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| Casting my rod deep into your pool of dipshittery, but you can’t say I
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| Didn’t try
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| Wasted time trying to hook a thought in you that wasn’t stagnant
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| Or at least one not covered in mildew stains and drowned fish
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| Barnacle piss aroma stagnant mould chamber soothsayer
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| Postprophetic of frogspawn dawn, when it grew too strong
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| I couldn’t reach you with a vice, drill and manual on trepanation
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| Come on, stagnant pond, did you really think I’d fallen
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| For YOUR bait? |
| Your
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| Core fans the hate, more
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| More bands to date, oh yeah
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| And who’s your mate?
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| I’d fuck her right here on the dirty studio floor
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| Without protection, unless you count closing the door
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| So, Queen, who’s your absent Ace of Spades now? |
| Oh cool
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| I’m glad you’re no longer a two out of ten. |
| Oh yeah |
| Quit starting shit with my friends. |
| It’s boring
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| And I don’t want to have to tell your Jack that I broke his back with my
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| dogmatism, it’s a flash print
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| See, I like him. |
| If I didn’t I’d take a deep breath in and blow the whole house
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| of cards to cinders: something self-nullifying but strangely satisfying;
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| these primitive urgings were made for pacifying and that’s just what I’ll let
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| them do
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| And, this is what it is to be truly on the cutting edge for you; |
| sliced up
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| I’m a bleeding-edge razorburn ice-pick danger fix kinda guy, but of course
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| You remember that from the outdoor ports we drank dry together
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| Less talk more sport
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| So how do I tell you that my position is unchanged?
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| And will remain unchanged?
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| How do I tell you that any words you speak to me will dash you further
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| Against the steelcored granite column of my seldom-seen ethical centre?
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| I think I’ll just put on my happy face
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| And laugh right in yours |