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Big Sur Death Penalty
02:40
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disco dancing beats
she sure does like Martini
it went in and out of style
shoulder pads, right?
CH I don’t know if you get it
some people are not used to this
your boyfriend is a real nice kid
but honey he’s a crack addict
on the dance floor puking
San Francisco streets
he's circling round the block
trying to cough it up
on a motorcycle
I hate to see you falling down
calling names in restaurants
work yr magic alcohol
but honey you are losing it
facing the Big Sur death penalty
Samantha works the deal
takes off her tights and leaves
the car slithered to a stop
in a cloud of star dust CH
San Francisco streets
I know you wanted to leave
to a San Diego beach
he was on duty in Emergency
the fatal night you OD’d
Big Sur death penalty
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case study H
01:55
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saw a man in half and I know what you’ll see
he ain’t half the man that he used to be
if you’d break him in half along the sagittal plane
at least then he would have a functional brain
CH gotta pull yourself up, you have nowhere to go
you’re case study H, the one that nobody knows
and if you’re ready to meet a new soul in the streets
you’d better go online and use a fake profile
should I pull the plug, don’t I know what I want?
live a life in shame, don’t I know what I want?
or watch porn all day, too afraid to get close
too repressed to love, too depressed to find out CH
I’m your shoulder to cry on
I’m your listening ear
I got nothing to rely on
I live in constant fear (2x)
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broken toy
02:30
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the woman said
just follow it with your eyes
she holds it still
now, what’s going through your mind?
CH I made a claim from the lost and found
I heard you were there, sleeping on the ground
he looked afraid and only ten years old
the violence and fear are still in my head
you have to recollect
those scenes from your life
dissociative fugue
find the missing child CH
people claim
I can make it through this life
from a broken family
with a narcissist inside
I have to make up
for the damage that was done
through years and years of psychotherapy
people claim
I have to make it through this life
without the innocence
of a careless child
I try to understand
what you don’t wanna see
I’m a broken toy
and you can’t fix me
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pageant girls
02:22
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playmate of the month used to be a page two girl
on page one of the tabloid she shone through the world
I really liked her looks and I really dug her boots
her private parts were pixelated, no one likes a prude
CH pageant girls are wonderful
pageant girls are colorful
pageant girls are lovable
pageant girls are virtual but I don’t care, I trash them ‘cause I don’t need them
John Wayne strap on electric guitar
she kneels down before every motor-cycle asshole
I didn’t know we were all gonna be fucked
playmate of the month used to be a real nice girl
prom queen Laura Palmer wrapped in plastic now she’s dead
I really liked her smile and I loved her pinkish hue
until the fillers were injected and her skin was turning blue CH
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on her way out
02:28
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she spend her life in fear, seven days a week
in the morning she would wake up but still feel like nodding out
there were no signs like needles in her face
or a bomb that had gone off, a shelter-in-place
there were no signs of PTSD
(she) just put a mask on her face every single day
CH how could you wind up on the wrong side of town?
with the wrong kind of men who could wrong you somehow (2x)
you must’ve seen her, in her jeans and top
and about to find out she is not
like these countless others self-appointed sluts
fuck me
there were no signs like scars on her wrists
or a gun to her face, just make it through the day
she was assigned to DSM-IV
(they) just put a label on her so they could weasel out of it CH
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monkey mother machine
02:08
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I told you son, don’t be sad
just wear a fun party hat
the disciples are here breaking the ice
notify the next of kin
and cast the ashes to the wind
he got the cyanide pills from an online store
in a well of despair
you turn to the wire and you will be fed
but you will cling to the cloth mother instead
you will cling to the cloth mother instead
but she’s a wire mother and she’s already left, now don’t get upset
‘cause you’re drilling a hole in your head
you’re filling your hole with the gaps
caress her pale cheek, monkey mother machine, I just wanted to sleep,
drilling a hole in your head
caress her pale cheek, monkey mother machine, I just wanted to sleep in a bed
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needle in the stack
03:10
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CH -- needle in the stack
I found you but not on the day we met
I lost you to a guy with a severed head
he told me to beat it when you left
now everybody thinks that you’re okay
haven’t heard a single word I should say
postcards with rivers and only your name
the stamp gave away the place where you stayed
I’ve seen it CH
now everybody thinks that you’re okay
you joined the presbyterians to find a way
and you stick to the book just to save your face
you think homosexuals are a disgrace
I’ve heard this CH
not everybody thinks that you’re okay
I tried to track you down until today
a postcard saying you left the Lakes
it’s sad to see you fading away
I mean it
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8. |
I'm still around
02:37
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man and mouse, in a rented house
I’ll try to write a song today
walls are thin, when you try to sing
and the central heating had to break down
call your friend, she won’t understand
what you are doing in here
never be at ease
when he’s still around, like a wolf waiting for me
Samantha showed up
the pre-arranged bell signal had slipped her mind
she’d been outside my apartment all night
smoking haze laced with PCP
she showed me the pictures
of average Joe’s and random strangers
but I failed to spot my wolf
anxiously, I gave her my last hypodermic needle
she’s back on her feet, out in the streets
I reached for the trash can and pulled out a needle
a singular shot with god-knows-what
I threw all the shit out of the window
hitman John crossed the street
tripwires, tripwires all around
you’re gone girl but there’s a still a wolf at my door
go get him son, get him outta here
I could have ended up as a nervous wreck,
an unemployed alcoholic, a low-life scum high on crack
but guess what motherfuckers?
I’m still around
you have to shoot me down
I’m still around
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