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Scabies Song
01:33
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I hope you don’t hate me
Think I’ve got scabies
so won’t you meet me
Down at the laundromat
Tonight we’ll sleep with the windows open
Both our bodies covered in poison
I hope you don’t hate me
Its more than maybe
We’ll take in the empties
And head to the pharmacy
Tonight we’ll sleep with the windows open
Both our bodies covered in poison
Hope you don’t hate me
Its more than maybe
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Asshole
01:53
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It’ll be late when you show up
Fresh off a train or a greyhound bus
From someplace that was supposed to be the place to save you
Well did it save you?
Tonight we’re gonna get right fucked up
Higher than the fucking water tower
I’ll tell you you’re an asshole
You’ll tell me I’m a coward
It’ll be late when you show up
Fresh off a train or a greyhound bus
Were you chasing some dream up and down the west coast
Or hiding in the forest from your old ghosts?
Tonight we’re gonna get right fucked up
Higher than the fucking water tower
I’ll tell you you’re not an asshole
You’ll tell me I’m not a coward
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Heart Shaped Glasses
01:48
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If you get me out of St. Henri
I promise to behave
And if you’re still here in the morning
I’ll hold you through the shakes
It’s been a bad year
I miss my friends that moved away
Its been a bad year
And I miss Gabe every fucking day
If you get me out of Bushwick
I promise to behave
And if you’re still here in the morning
I swear I’ll never change
It’s been a bad year
I miss my friends that moved away
Its been a bad year
And I miss Gabe every fucking day
Can’t tell but I’m crying behind these heart shaped glasses
And I’m falling apart under this leather jacket
Sitting silently in a crowded kitchen
Waiting patiently for these pills to kick in
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4. |
Dumpstered Makeup
02:26
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Smear dumpstered makeup on my face
Try and feel sexy
Spend all my money on cocaine
Try and feel something
Black out my eyes with my fists
Try and feel something
Go out and act like an idiot
Heartburn and a headache
Put me out to pasture
Sell me for parts
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Cat shit in the cast iron
Neighbours bang on the wall
Some tweaker came in last week
And said he’s gonna shoot the dogs
Threw the trash out the windows
Our Hearts beat out our chests
Six dipshits on a twin mattress
I look back and laugh
I work too much
I don’t make enough
To buy the pills I need
to kill the pain Inside my head
I drink too much
And it it rots my guts
But I need to drown these ghosts
Before they rise up
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