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I've got a feeling like a dog that's been beaten till it bites children. I've been sustaining myself on a steady diet of piss and vinegar. I've been smearing the shit of insults across my face like war paint. Let's empty our pockets and assess our worth; I've got 3 lighters, friends in high places who wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire, and 5 hollow points. Ever see what a hollow point does to a phony's fucking face? Me neither, but I'm sure it's great. This is how the diary of a drowning boy becomes the manifesto of a broken man.
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It was the night before Thanksgiving, my bar was a fucking high school reunion, so I decided to black the fuck out watching you and your bros chug Yuengling playing the same 3 Slayer songs. I asked, "If I stomp your flag will you really stomp my ass? Cuz you don't look like you can even do a push up." Those fucks piled onto me. I crawled up and started biting dicks. Naturally they had me arrested. I was in a holding cell with Clark the Shark. He said, "You're too pretty for prison, act nuts and get committed." I told them I was chewing cocks to regenerate my blood that was turning to dust. They sent me to Oakridge. The therapy was eating acid for breakfast while strapped to Peter Woodcock. Then for arts and crafts he gave me a stick and poke with the same dick beaters he used to strangle children.
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Sorry I Missed Your Set
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You wanna know what hell is? Sell 25 tickets I'll tell ya. Your band will get to open up for White Chapel, you're gonna make it man! At this point I've met enough Brendan Frasier motherfuckers that I can't even watch Airheads anymore. I didn't go to Berkley my parents had to work for a living. Now you reach into those cargo pockets and you give me my drink tickets. It's only sad if you look at it from the perspective of one of those mouth breathing primates. Worm lips wrapped around a cigarette blowing smoke up my ass. There's a special place in Hell for people that corner me at bars and talk my ear off about their lame band and what they think they're owed. I've been doing this shit for 20 years and all it got me was prescribed Prozac and now I can't get hard. It's only sad if you look at it from the perspective of Brendan Frasier. Don't spit on my tits and tell me it's raining. Piss up my ass and we'll have a pool party, then I can drown you, you dumb fuck.
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Dr. Catheter
02:05
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Dr. Catheter, it's time to operate. The room is sterile. Dr. Catheter is ready for surgery. The longer he looks inside the more he finds wrong. It was just gruesome enough to hold his attention. He said, "My fetish is anything that's wrong. But I've explored it to exhaustion, now nothing turns me on." The room is sterile. The whole world will be sterile. Dr. Catheter, you've left your instruments inside this young man's mother.
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Every day I pray to burst into flames. Smudge this place with my remains. Rewind, play it again slower this time. Curse words in churches. I've had it in here. This is not a cry for help, it's just me expressing myself. Don't worry honey I'll save you something. I leave skin everywhere. I leave brain everywhere. I leave hair everywhere. I leave blood everywhere.
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No Country For Old Crow
02:57
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With all the luck of Whittaker's winning ticket I rolled the dice and I enlisted. They sent me to Fort Benning. It sucked shit, but it beat dying in Connecticut. Peaking through the blinds watching the car crash grow into an inferno. Biting my tongue, afraid to call 911! The thing with strip clubs in Georgia is going in uniform is like being a rock star. I seent her the second I walked in. She used what the lord gave her God bless the girl put up with me for a whole week.I'd like to believe it was love. That ain't my son! Peaking through the blinds watching the car crash grow into an inferno. Biting my tongue, afraid to call 911! I've built up a tolerance to corricidin, cocaine, and the clap so I was in a real push the limit mood. I snorted something I think it was meth. You think an ambulance ride is expensive you should take a look at my hospital bill. Do you have any idea how much it costs to be brought back to life? Peaking through the blinds watching the car crash grow into an inferno. Biting my tongue, afraid to call 911! I'm haunted by my bad habits like a ghost for the nose. Don't worry I'm sure I'll pay tomorrow.
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Sweet Dreams Sour Milk
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The first time it crossed my mind it lit my thoughts on fire blessed me with this clarity that everything is pornography. I live vicariously through crime scene photos and reoccurring nightmares.So my heart breaks every time I wake up, been pulling shrapnel outta my skin ever since. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. No, I wish it on everyone. It's always been there and it's never getting any better. So I said, "FUCK SLEEP I'VE BEEN MK-ULTRAING MYSELF SINCE I WS 16!"
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Crop Circle Jerk
02:23
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They all circled around hands full of thick clout they pulled smiling and confident in a single rhythmic reptilian pulse till they came on my face, but they wouldn't let me taste. Shame has lost it's potency. All I've left is stains and hate. A nightly habit that caused my teeth to rust while the irony escaped me, somehow I'm always last to get get the joke. Shame has lost it's potency. All I've left is stains and hate. This is why I am where I am. This is why I have no friends. It's all about mastering the fine art of fellatio and I give lousy head.
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I was sitting in front of the mirror examining the wrinkles around my eyes wondering how I was gonna die when I realized I needed a change of scenery So I got myself the Maker's Mark poured myself a glass and decided to stare at the wall instead. I said, "I ain't leaving this shit hole till this bottle is empty." I want to watch the abyss part like the Red Sea and give me something to really cry about. Sometimes when i can't stop the room from spinning I like to pretend you're still alive trying to shake me awake while I'm slipping away. But you're not I know you're dead I saw your ass in that coffin. I said, "I ain't leaving this shit hole till this bottle is empty." I want to watch the abyss part like the Red Sea and give me something to really cry about. Like when you're hung over on a sunday so you start drinking at 11am, then before you know it you've been spending 3 hours listening to Joy Division and you stumble upon a picture of you and your childhood friend at 5 and you cry because you miss the comfort of being a 5 year old asshole who doesn't know shit about fuck. I don't know why I wouldn't let myself cry. Survivor's guilt.
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