| Shit!
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| Nothing makes sense, so I won’t think about it. |
| I’ll go with the ignorance.
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| Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; |
| in four words, that’s me.
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| I am full of indifference.
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| What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die)
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| and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
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| Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
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| Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
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| Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile)
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| Taste. |
| I have no taste.
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| I don’t like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound,
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| sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic.
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| So go choke on your irony.
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| What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) die
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| and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
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| Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
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| Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
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| Futile, the futile, the futile so
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| I’m eating rat poison for dinner.
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| Pull the cord from the phone. |
| I am dining alone,
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| Tonight, rat poison for dinner.
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| Pull the cord from the phone. |
| I am dining alone,
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| So goodnight.
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| Love! |
| I shall not love, yet I’ll still sing about it.
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| I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool.
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| I’m leaking the blood of a fool. |
| (I'm full of it, I’m full of it, I’m full.)
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| Rat poison for dinner,
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| pull the chord from the phone. |
| I am dining alone.
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| Tonight. |
| Rat poison for dinner,
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| pull the chord from the phone. |
| I am dining alone.
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| Tonight.
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| Oh I am dining alone.
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| Tonight. |
| Tonight. |
| Tonight. |