I hated that mountain
but when it toppled and fell
all of
"You’ve got the wrong man"
or so a snow leopard said
You
I saw black and white neon,
profound vulgarities left my
There's always one man walking the street at night
looking for
velvety fabrics on the back of my neck
barter with the
Dark and Stormy walk along
the straight and narrow path
meeting many
Went to wake her up
got hit by a truck
metaphorically
in her
you're a withering willow that's been caught up in a
funeral babe,
she's walking slowly
funeral babe,
she's feeling lonely
funeral b
Well it's a matter of circumstance
A dead dog in the
there's 3 drops of blood on my blood on the
We turned in to concrete dogs
I could go for a
Theodore Geisel was not like us
you should really hang yourself
Always feel around for rats in the dark
a glint in
They hired seat fillers
For your living funeral
Real dead girls
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