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Sanatçı: Jack Conman

albüm: Chewing at the Waste


I would blame god, but fuck knows how he's feeling
I would frame you, but you're just a stone's throw from my being
And you just live across the hall
The hall of deranged
So cynically brain dead, oh, and chewing at the waste
She's so tight below the waist
How can I exchange this groan for raunchy taste?
Oh...
I got no money for you, myself
Like pride propaganderous bate, my ego's on the shelf
Next to a picture of my dearest sister, hmm
Call me a bad friend
Call me a bad friend
'Cause I'm just a bad friend
'Cause you're the inner city kind
Don't trust a soul
Mind you, I trust myself to get me over the bread line, oh
Over the red line
Over my wrecked life and down past the road signs
'Cause lately I ask why
But that rips my brain clean out
It makes me sorry to be alive
So hand me the bread knife
And I'll try my best to hurt ya with my weak inner fight
Call me a bad friend
Just call me a bad friend
'Cause I'm just a bad friend
"Rude young woman" said everybody else
But to me you're just well spoken
Till your dad's head hit the curb
And you just got referred
You got some tablets
I hope they work
If not, I'll wrap my head around ya
And love ya till it hurts
But you don't seem to feel it
Don't seem to feel nothing
Why don't you feel nothing?
Maybe it's cause I'm nothing, in the grand scheme of things

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