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Date of issue: 09.03.2020
Song language: English
The Lowdown 7 |
Michael: |
They take our dear girl Katy into a room with windows closed |
And make her take the tansan, what I’d call a heroic dose |
And sure enough, ten minutes later, she disappears and hell |
I swear all them government jackals all start just about peein' themselves |
Katy: |
A thousand little slaps a thousand kicks when you are down |
The stabs with daggers as you just begin to turn around |
The blithe offhand abasements 'til there’s tears upon your face |
A thousand days that casually just make your poor heart break |
A thousand little slanders slap the ice cream from your hand |
When you were tear-stained and defenseless that’s when the real insults began |
The glee with which a thousand petty cruelties are adhered |
Your defilement is something they either love or do not care |
I hope you bleed and rot in places where the sun will never shine |
And the stench makes all around you in disgust recoil and cry |
I hope you all start choking 'til you beg for one last breath |
I hope your lives all spiral into pestilence and death |
You can all go burn in bonfires where you shriek in ghastly pain |
And I hope I live to see it, I hope I get to light the flame |
I am done being your victim, watching all your heartless deeds |
Your death I hope’s asphyxiation on excrement in extreme |
Michael: |
Well this is all years ago now, in a place that’s far away |
A place about which other people like me have had lots more to say |
Ther. |
there’s been big ol' grand sagas and sweeping, epic regales |
Some that have sat and heard it even say it’s it’s all just characters in tales |
But each one of them characters is a whole world, each one’s a big deal |
Every passion and longing and heartbreak and doomed struggle, they’re all real |
I just tell their stories, I cry every time |
Drown myself here in, I know, much too much wine |
But whether or not I wonder how much longer I can take |
Telling these tales, so many stories, and so much goddamn pain |
All right, but this tale’s about Katy, who’s taken that damn drug |
And finds herself transported to a prairie in another time and thus |
She sees that damn folder that caused all this fool fuss |
And so she goes ahead and just picks the thing on up |
But then she starts walking, cuz she figures she’s got |
About mmmm. |
two more hours 'til this drug wears itself on off |
She aims to keep walking as far as she can get |
Far from that warehouse, the police, and the life that she has led |