1. |
Beside Myself
01:30
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Alone with my own body,
Beaten and thrown across the room,
Tied it to the leg of the table
Hostage without any food
I'm beside myself again,
Under a black chandelier
I'm beside myself again,
A sado-masochist mirror
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2. |
Moral Murder
02:45
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You don't have a choice
But to make the choice you make,
Free is the unborn,
Abortion is a kiss,
The only moral murder,
You don't have a choice
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3. |
Beat Off
01:15
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Notice the heart in your chest,
When you get dressed,
Dressed for work
How could it beat next to mine?
One heart keeps time,
Much like a mirror is your dress,
Which side is under duress?
One beat off beat
Keeps you from falling asleep
What a strange way
To share a disease
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4. |
Tramadol
02:24
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Two cancer patients side by side in bed
Dragging knives through each other's legs
Just to show one another who's in charge
Making sense of the moment a knife draws blood
After all, it's only tramadol, my dear
After all, gotta work 'til next year
Two hearts with arrhythmias side by side again,
Masturbating until only one cums
After all, it was probably all that tramadol, my dear
After all, I can't cum with that shit in my nose
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5. |
Mannequin
01:44
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You've made yourself a mannequin
You're just jackin' him off
Make him feel like a mannequin,
Or you can make him feel soft
Man, oh, man
Put me on a stand
Man, oh, man, oh man
I'll make myself a mannequin
With or without any clothes
I'll never be a man again,
Put me in every pose
Man, oh, man
Put me on a stand
Man, oh, man, oh man
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6. |
Plasticine Doll
02:05
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I had blue happiness with you
Look straight forward,
Right through the wall
There's a chair with a plasticine doll
One the ground, making terrible sounds
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7. |
Exhibitionist
02:42
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On display,
An exhibit you can touch
Knife in hand, you draw its blood
There on the table by the couch,
There's different knives you can choose from,
There's no illusions in this exhibition today,
Try not to ask her if she's an actor on a stage
She can never disobey,
You can see it in her skin
You can sit and watch, or join in,
But if you tear away her clothes,
And join in the exhibit,
Then whose fault is it, anyway?
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8. |
Hunger Artist
02:01
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I want to go on a walk
I'm hungry and happy to walk
For a couple more blocks
I haven't ate since 6 o clock yesterday,
So I'll go on a walk
But when I got to the store
There was nothing that looked good to me
Why did I walk to the store
And walk back and not buy anything?
Now I want to go back to sleep
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9. |
Two Sick Virgins
03:48
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Two sick virgins tied up in a dirty bed
One with no sheets, stained red from nosebleeds
Oh, to forget would be perfect,
Everything that happened
You know, I kept the room clean
Cut back on codeine,
After you left, two lines could not get me to sleep
When I took the sheets of the bed
They stuck to my wet back
And it wasn't for free, nothing is dirt cheap,
And I paid again, for one night of good head
Tried to forget everything that happened
Got to forget
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10. |
View From The Roof
02:39
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Us there on the roof,
And oh, from up there,
I could see nothing else
But the sunrise, over Ringgold,
The sun was all over,
It stretched through your jacket
Alone on the roof,
And oh, the view
I could see thunder clouds,
I saw the car approach,
And your voice break out,
Under the wheels,
Your voice was like a rope,
Stretched until snapping
The sun didn't reach you
Alone in a room,
Alone, up there,
I watched the story told,
Unfolding, it was like pornography,
All the guilt and obsession,
I was a voyeur, or was I an ascetic?
I was in the attic
View from the roof,
In bed in a room
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11. |
Simulacra
03:32
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Room with walls covered in mirrors,
Black bird and telephone line
I was an old purple hat,
The last day you drove to my home,
A perfect rain, ignored in the barn
And my sister came down the hill,
Wearing a shirt to big,
Everything is a worse version of its self,
Than it was before,
Everything is an image of its self
That wants something else,
A cancer patient blamed for his sickness,
Everything is, everything is,
Everything is, everything is,
Everything is, everything is,
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12. |
Corner Store
02:56
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I saw a whore at the corner store
And a man with a cart full of cans
Rolled it down to the factory
They give you two cents a can
A man with one leg used my telephone
Dropped a syringe from his shirt
He rolled away, stoned in a wheelchair
Nobody answered the phone
I fell in love at the corner store
Fell asleep on the side of the road
Woke up the next day in a shopping cart
Rolled it home, on the side of the road
Now I'm just a man
With a shopping cart
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13. |
Ring Finger
03:06
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14. |
Sodom In The Distance
03:27
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How are you? I am not here
I was two people, one with legs,
And one with arms, walking upright,
Three white mice fight,
It got colder at night
Each in our homes,
A chess game with you,
Paper mache man,
Don't tie your shoes,
Cut me off, give me a ride
Accept the hell that it all is
Hello, have you seen
My cellophane arms?
In needle park,
Short shots of an empty town,
Sodom in the distance
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15. |
The Heat Does Good
02:40
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I suppose the heat does good,
Someday I'll leave this room,
Unless you eat the key
I suppose the heat does good,
Someday I'll leave this behind,
Stomach full for once,
I will eat for free,
And watch you starve,
For me
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