smackdown: (Turned once more to Sunday's crowd.)
Badou Nails ([personal profile] smackdown) wrote2011-08-20 05:33 pm
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the food chain doesn't end with us
there's a hunter poised in camouflage

sometimes i forget to breathe at night
in the backstreets of my ugly mind
go home, if that makes you happy
go down, oh imagine

sometimes my heart doesn't beat at night
curling up inside my ugly mind
so long, here comes your taxi
slow down, you're overreacting

i know you deserve better
knocking over furniture
get drunk, self-destruct, get carried off
yelling at the bartender

i always thought that i'd die young
make some money, be someone
they all love you when you're gone
but who knew life would be so long
















all my style all my grace
all i try to save my face
all my guts try to spill
all my holes try to fill
all my money's been a long time spent
on my drugs on my rent
on my saving philosophy
it goes, one in the bank and the rest for me

it goes,

all my troubles on a burning pile
all lit up and i start to smile
if i catch fire then i'll change my aim
throw my troubles at the pearly gates

my mama, lonely maid
got her buns in the oven then she never got laid
my papa, renaissance man
sailed away and he never came back again

all my troubles on a burning pile
all lit up and i start to small
if i catch fire then i'll change my aim
throw my troubles at the pearly gates

all my woebegones begone
i said, all you troubles
you dont mean a thing

all my troubles on a burning pile
all lit up and i start to smile
if i catch fire then i'll change my aim
throw my troubles at the world again

it goes,

if i catch fire then i'll take my turn
to burn and burn and burn







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