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Sometime prior to inserting the pumpInto the god we haveWe delayed our dadIn spaces acquired by counting rings on a stumpThe god we have is goddamn madRaking leaves in an air compressorThere's not much room for wooden dresserLost my keysBlack professorGrappling hook for white aggressorIt's breakfast timeTry to wear your breakfast clothesOr make a rope kit tied on your breakfast doorCould I mow down these 62 sidewalk crows?Made trades with the cats on tapGot a lung drunk punch luck tight shut litmus testDrum son I'm on the gun for youSmoke weed called christmas glueSittin' in a pewThe god we should've hadThe worthy seething madBut we don'tWe don't love you anymoreThe god we shouldve hadSongtexteBeneath the wreath it's sadThat we don'tWe don't love you anymoreSo filling plastic turbineSpinning coarse incessant beadsRead a lot of shopsWere too late to drop their lead map warrantiesMake par and a battered moanA rock, a stone, a layered loanIn place of a parlor coneMakes a greed like cancer aire to the throneSkin graft machine lickMake par and a battered moan(nonsense jibberish shit) I'm sick of everyoneBitch I'm a cartoon those bars won't do shit to meMy residual bank loan spitI cope in comatose flowSign closet cone sanctioned bondMan you're broke thats dopeA racket lawn calloused perennial talking bar tab switcherMonsoon parlor taxidermist regal soft as fuck t-shirtSoft as fuck t-shirt Aus Songtexte Mania