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Care Taker
02:56
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Care taker.
Can you smell the carrion? Can you taste the salty earth?
Is there sadness in your house? Are you running late for work?
Are you serious?
Are you sure you're alive? Are you sure you're not dead?
Is there sadness in your face? Is there sickness in your head?
Are you serious? Are you serious?
Care taker. No.
God is a loving God and is alwaysNo.
Open your eyes and open your heart andNo.
Disengagement from the herd circumvents your every word.
Drips like honey from your chin, keeps all your babies looking thin.
Care taker.
Care taker.
Honey.
I've got money. I've got bread and honey.
My devices. I've got herbs and spices.
In my shadow. I've got guns and ammo .
I've got money. I've got bread and honey.
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Mammalian Love March
03:09
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He's not agreeable. He's got a mouth that's full of shame.
When he goes into town and there is no-one around he pulls out his dick.
And if the weather's nice, and if the timing's right, he tells a joke.
And if his friends don't mind, and if the timing's right, he makes them unwell and sore.
When will he stop? Where is the knife? They don't care.
How can there be a deeper pleasure? They don't care.
He is a strategist and he knows what you're scared of.
He is a strategist and he knows what you're scared of now.
What does it eat? How does it breathe? They don't care.
And when it fucks, when does it leave? They don't care.
How can there be a deeper pleasure? Oh, God.
He is a strategist and he knows what you're scared of.
He is a strategist and he knows what you're scared of now.
More of the same. More of the same.
And therein lies our problem.
Your body wakes you up, no more a sense of fun.
And all that's left is spit, and all you had is gone.
And all amongst the shit, you can still taste someone.
It is the strategist, he played the game and won.
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You're Welcome
04:37
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God is in my heart. God is in my mind.
God is in my newspaper. God is in my penis and testicles.
God is in my Diet Coke. Me and the girls love a Diet Coke.
Would you like some of my Diet Coke? Would you like to dance?
Hairless apes without heads, crawling into your bed.
To fuck and dance and gorge and cry.
"The inbreeding was an adventure" says she, no teeth.
"The inbreeding was an adventure" says she, no skin.
"The inbreeding was an adventure" says she, just meat.
"The inbreeding was an adventure" says she.
“But please, don't let that put your mind at unease.
With luck, you'll get benefits from the disease.”
I am awoken by the smell and the taste.
God damn. It lingers on my tongue for days.
You try so hard to dictate what I feel and think.
But you're just bones wrapped in chains and painted pink.
(Liar.)
And if you ever think that your flesh will touch mine,
I'll put you under the floor.
These guts are mine and mine alone.
My body waits to be seen to.
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