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Everybody I Know
I'm just exhuming old friend's corpses And reconstructing them with decomposing fragments Going through my contacts feels like flipping through the pages Of a freshly printed obitchuary I get so bored and borderline depressed Jeb is a mess
We never had sex I was hoping for the best I wouldn't lie to you under oath Famous last words:
I spent a week in Newport News And ran into all the basic twats I hated high school I couldn't give two fucks, what makes you think I do? What kind of man do you think I am? I'm so goddamn tired of trying to be the man
In the deepest darkest depths of my hard drive, I'll save your nudes What kind of sick grotesque ambitions leave us awkwardly skewed?
You had me to throw away your spoon and syringe Away from your house so your mom wouldn't find them It's been a year and all I have to show is this pool of pink A box of unsold cassettes and some long distance friends Like hairs stuck to the sink Piss down the drain
Die, get married and die, get married and die, get married and
We crawled around on our paws Like we were nothing but dogs In seasonal sun Fed through the factory machine Ground up and processed like meat The hunter becomes Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Bury desires like seeds Under the shadows of trees and Pray for sunlight to grow Sitting around getting old While everybody I know Is dead or on drugs
They're all dead, dead or on drugs They're all dead, dead or on drugs And they're probably gonna die
So fucking lonely tonight I'll dig up your grave and go into town wearing your face, as my face Everyone will just think it's you But when they turn their backs I'll cut their throats Pluck out their eyes and fuck their entrails Fuck the good old boys and in with the new They're all too lewd
At the bottom of the sea of my heart there is a trench It's uneven with the carcasses of sunken battle ships If you sift through all the wreckage and the piles of debris You'll find the skeletal remains of an entire fleet Rest in peace
Get married and die, get married and die, get married and
Bury desires like seeds Under the shadows of trees and Pray for sunlight to grow Sitting around getting old While everybody I know Is dead or on drugs They're all dead, dead or on drugs...
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