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City on a Hill
02:07
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Mama loves you
Mama hates you
Mama beats you
Mama loves you
The ghost in the machine
Was just a man in a sheet
You can't spell "deceive"
Without the "lie" in believe
If you gotta follow something
Might as well follow me
The ghost in the machine
Was just a man in a sheet
You
Don't
Know
Me
Technicolor dreamland
Monumental scheme, man
Cocaine crazy
Jim Jones kool-aid
None of this means anything anyway
I don't know you
So get the fuck away from me
Averted gaze
Abortion craze
Peace, love and Columbine
Convolution reverb
Death disco heartthrob
Plastic rigged explosives
Like a Middle Eastern mannequin
I can't wait
For your Armageddon fallacy
Just a city on a hill
Poison Ivy Summer
Pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
My country girl
From a white trash world
She worked me like a fuckin dog
I made the cash
I paid the bills
But nothing was enough for her
She hates it everywhere she goes
She hates herself
It follows her
My poison ivy summer’s gone
But the rash she left
It burns me still
Pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
Jesus won’t you come for me?
You can burn the trash in the trailer park
But the trailer
It has wheels
She followed me
Through thick and thicker
She put me in a jail cell
She painted me the villain
But that’s the only role I know
Just pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
And pissing on her corpse as I go
Pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
Jesus won’t you come for me
Country girl
(You were my)
Country girl
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2. |
Poison Ivy Summer
03:02
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Pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
My country girl
From a white trash world
She worked me like a fuckin dog
I made the cash
I paid the bills
But nothing was enough for her
She hates it everywhere she goes
She hates herself
It follows her
My poison ivy summer’s gone
But the rash she left
It burns me still
Pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
Jesus won’t you come for me?
You can burn the trash in the trailer park
But the trailer
It has wheels
She followed me
Through thick and thicker
She put me in a jail cell
She painted me the villain
But that’s the only role I know
Just pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
And pissing on her corpse as I go
Pickin and pickin and pickin those weeds
Jesus won’t you come for me
Country girl
(You were my)
Country girl
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Harpies
03:09
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You got too distracted
By the soft curve of my hips
Feel the venom drip
From my lips
A common lay
A lucklaster fuck
But I won't rub it in
Or go off
I have grace
Face to face
If you like me
Soft spoken matters
Won't lie
When the fucking is done
The moon tips away
We dress in silence
Got nothing to say
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5. |
Cocaine Cliche
04:19
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White is the new black
I say it is and it's true
I'm just a corpse with lipstick
Cocaine is all I touch
He's got a great voice
A throat lined in white
But when there's no snow
There's no show
Refund your ticket
And go home
Cocaine cliche
Kill a line
Snort some more time
I'm wade awake and dead asleep
She's a photographer
She bathes in bottled water
Are you a porcelain doll
Or just china white
Tell me your whole life story
Cocaine cliche
Suck spit swallow
Pins and needles
Cocaine cliche
(Can you get me high)
(I'm so high)
Suck suck
Shooting pins and needles
Through the dollar bill in my nose
Spit or swallow
It's all the same to me
Tell me your whole life's story
I'm just a corpse with lipstick
Dead
On the side of the road
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6. |
Return to the Womb
04:38
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I pride myself on
oh-so-logical thoughts
but I'm so selfish
can't tell right from wrong
I'm a spoiled little shit
I can take these
white
blue
green
pink
pills
they made to shut me up
and I call it medicine
I blame you because your will to ever bother doing
anything at all
inconveniences me
just put me in my happy place
with a pillow up my ass
and turn on the TV
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Like your stillborn twin
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Just leave me alone
I pride myself on
having something to say
but I'm a little boy
can't write a song
unless I'm shitting on someone
I have projected
all my failures onto you
because it's easier than to to say that
I'm a failure too
I've got a cross
I've got a crutch
I've got a victim complex
Pity me
It's not my fault
It's like God
You can't see it
But you better believe it
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Like your stillborn twin
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
I'm crawling back in
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Like your stillborn twin
Return to the Womb
Return to Mother's Hole
I'm crawling back in
Just leave me alone
My prescription
My addiction
My affliction
My addiction
My prescription
My addiction
My prescription
My prescription
(Blah blah blah
They're interchangeable)
Now
We can Return to the Womb
We're crawling back in
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I made a box
It had no point
It only served
To disappoint
It confines me
To boundaries
I do not like
I do not need
I made a box
A private joke
That slowly got
Out of control
It constricts me
Within limits
I do not want
I do not need
Made a box
I made a tomb
Made a box
I sealed my doom
Made a box
I want to destroy
Made a box
I don't enjoy
A dollar a quarter a nickel a penny
To watch the show, one out of many
And so I have let you come to expect
My clothes to come off
I act surprised
I lose control
But I never let myself forget
That there is a wall
Cuz when I go home
I go home alone
I water my plants
And walk the dog
When I go home
I go home alone
Fill out my timesheet
Cuz my work is done
Made a box
I made a tomb
Made a box
I sealed my doom
Made a box
I want to destroy
Made a box
I don't enjoy
And when they demand
The offer stands
I bit off my tongue and cut off my hands
But I don't understand
How I became such a solution
And everything became bland
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Justin ‡ Symbol Los Angeles, California
Gothic trap rock daddy from another galaxy.
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