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I'll sow my seed with a metric Gross
No footsteps go beyond it
I'll eat the dirt
Where the rooster crows
Flesh rodeos, yee-haw it's
Just to push in your teardrops
Make you a cyclops
Breakin' the branches off your family tree
Keep you up like a fluffer, girl
Ain't that enough of the
Look in the sewer for my pedigree
Your truly cause repeats its pulse
And could make your tears, if you need it too
Make me blow out my brains, pointing the gun
And throw my neck in the noose
But I'm hangin' tough

Day by day

Listen closer to your mother
You can hear ocean roar
Sittin' quiet in the corner
Put another record on
God hates a coward, sonny
Got a date with your VCR
Watch another action movie
Dream of me

On the only piano
Wrote the fucking concerto
Shoot pool with your eyeballs, rack 'em up
Make a meal of your asshole
Gnaw on your fat soul
Droppin' your heart in my vinegar
Lots of millions appear
Just like in front of lecher's cell
Cum on the brat
And everybody's got pickaxes
I need something to squeeze
Because they're coming to kill
I never fit my paper route
Burn it up

Day by day
I'll sow my seed with a metric Gross   No footsteps go beyond it   I'll eat the dirt   Where the rooster crows   Flesh rodeos, yee-haw it's   Just to push in your teardrops   Make you a cyclops   Breakin' the branches off your family tree   Keep you up like a fluffer, girl   Ain't that enough of the   Look in the sewer for my pedigree   Your truly cause repeats its pulse   And could make your tears, if you need it too   Make me blow out my brains, pointing the gun   And throw my neck in the noose   But I'm hangin' tough      Day by day      Listen closer to your mother   You can hear ocean roar   Sittin' quiet in the corner   Put another record on   God hates a coward, sonny   Got a date with your VCR   Watch another action movie   Dream of me      On the only piano   Wrote the fucking concerto   Shoot pool with your eyeballs, rack 'em up   Make a meal of your asshole   Gnaw on your fat soul   Droppin' your heart in my vinegar   Lots of millions appear   Just like in front of lecher's cell   Cum on the brat   And everybody's got pickaxes   I need something to squeeze   Because they're coming to kill   I never fit my paper route   Burn it up      Day by day