| I’m gonna shed my skin, deactivate my head
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| The skin that I regenerate looks like the skin that I just she’d
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| I’m better suited being typical
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| I keep choking down the cockroaches until I get full
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| A centipede! |
| Yeah, a centipede!
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| The trunk moves independently of the head
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| Can’t keep it quiet, no can’t keep it quiet
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| The lips keep moving when the brain is dead
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| Don’t wanna keep it down, I wanna throw it up
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| I just can’t keep it to myself, I can’t shut myself up
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| Don’t need no honesty, it isn’t half as fun
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| I just want to run my mouth
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| It makes me feel like I am someone
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| A centipede! |
| Yeah, a centipede!
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| The trunk moves independently of the head
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| Can’t keep it quiet, no can’t keep it quiet
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| The lips keep moving when the brain is dead
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| I don’t need to meet the arch bishop
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| Don’t need to shake hands in a roman cathedral
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| Just drag the garbage up out of my guts
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| For I am all things to all people
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| A centipede! |
| Yeah, a centipede!
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| The trunk moves independently of the head
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| Can’t keep it quiet, no can’t keep it quiet
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| The lips keep moving when the brain is dead |