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No matter how many pens a poet drains How full of shit he is or ain’t Well it ain’t up to him to tell ya So if burnin’ out sounds better And leaving hands and corpses makes good sense Well, then by all means crown the lizard Every single-storied flameout’s purgatory playlist skirts the pay-outs Anyone of his loins might collect His is a legacy of tourist traps Conspiracies that took him out And tattoos someone else lives to regret All those well-intentioned lies that I myself romanticized Believably еnough to pass as love songs With more than one man on onе knee It never stops amazing me How easily the heart hears what it wants to Said the man who pissed the river If it’s on and up you’re after There’s no mystery how the dam inside you burst I’d have a lot of nerve to go feigning shock and outrage If I’d lived my example, I’d be worse That part of you that feels alive is wired and can’t be severed From the damage-seeking part of you that runs it SongtexteJust don’t embrace it with a vengeance before you’ve even shaved With a razor that you bought with your own money Said the man who pissed the river If it’s on and up you’re after There’s no mystery how the dam inside you burst I’d have a lot of nerve to go feigning shock and outrage If I’d lived my example, I’d be worse Every single-storied flameout’s purgatory playlist skirts the pay-outs Anyone of his loins might collect His is a legacy of tourist traps Conspiracies that took him out And tattoos someone else lives to regret Aus Songtexte Mania