| I can break these cuffs, Buttress a ruffian
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| I’m bloody but lovely, like Buffy, staking hearts across the country
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| The god-forsaken and hungry crying «give us Barabbas!»
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| I’m just a tragic actress backpacking to Damascus
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| Some call me theological
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| It’s probable that you could find me staring, wearing the alien goggles
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| I’m shrooming dude, sitting gloomy on ruins underneath a blue moon
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| I’m high watching the tide rise on the ides of June
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| I’m an artist, offering alms for pardon
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| The retarded daughter of a blonde mom singing psalms in the garden
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| Monsters inside of me hide behind the high beams
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| I’m peeping at you through vertical blinds, conspiring
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| Divining behind the grape vine
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| I find time to make wine with fine rhymes and great lines, so smile
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| It’s the red hot revival
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| We waking ladies up with smelly vials as I read out the Bible
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| I row boats to save hoes and get the gay vote (what the fuck?)
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| Through alligators in the bay and in the dame’s moat
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| I’m floating listless, no wishes for Christmas
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| Clarissa’s been on the hit-list ever since that bitch explained it all to the
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| Christians
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| I possess a disposition to inquisition
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| No rest, it’s heavy, I’m Jacob with the angel wrestling
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| Stressing, but even sick on an injured hip
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| I will not release my grip until I receive my blessing
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| I’m an inquisitive heretic, the unhesitant ex-penitent
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| I send my primitive rhetoric to ether these geezers
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| Slay the weak and the feeble and bring the fever to people, ya heard?
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| Nerdy girl from New Jersey, dirty flirt
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| It’s the thirsty Samaritan
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| Asking patrons for spare change to make fare for Charon the ferryman
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| A harridan, Hagar in the American desert
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| On an Exodus to hell, kick dust to where I dwell |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing Wrong with Me , by - The Buttress. Song from the album Behind Every Great Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп