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I chase my crow before I'm countin' sheep,
and with a calloused hand,
I'm gonna show you I'm a bigger man than those guys.
If I'm the tiller than you're the drag.
If I'm the tiller than you're the drag.
A little backpain never hurt anyone.
<charlie smells like toast>
If I'm the tiller than you're the drag.
If I'm the tiller than you're the drag,
..and a severed tongue,
Is a steak knife honed,
Is a battle sheathed,
Is our tranquility.
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Hooker Breath
03:35
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Stand tall, yer a lil peacock arentcha?
Let yer freak flag fly now wontcha?
Would you loosen that boa round yer thoat now, Gloria.
Well I dont have no ties to you
I aint gonna lie to you no more, lil girl
you aint gonna make me yer scratchin post
Gloria, quite the socialite now arentcha,
Flaunt me 'fore yer friends,
Shut yer mouth and listen 'fore you piss it all away.
Well I dont have no ties to you
I aint gonna lie to you no more, lil girl
you aint gonna make me yer scratchin post
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Queen Sheep (Hot Brent)
04:26
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Hot Lunch
05:25
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Ow, I'm a bleeding heart and all the poets combined, inchin', crawlin' without a sound, unlock your daughters as my bacchae and I come around. <Don't you know that we'll always love you even though we're deranged!?>
Now, I want to know wheres my golden calf sacrifice, and I want another crown. This one makes my head look half its size.
As I'm dressing down, my humble manner must blow your mind. Supplicate the ground, I need this from you, my path is muddy and I'm so righteous. I'm so righteous, I'm too righteous for you baby, this world can't detain me.
I'm a drama king and queen all twined as one, I've read your Bible and I've found unbridled worship is what I've been thinkin' about. <Don't you know that I've always loved you, even though we're deranged!?>
I won't stop till you're all draped in fawnskin and vine. All you cynics in the crowd, revel in my self-sacrifice!
As I'm dressing down, my humble manner must blow your mind. Supplicate the ground, I need this from you, my path is muddy and I'm so righteous. I'm so righteous, I'm too righteous for you baby, this world can't contain me.
Love us pastors, patron bastards! Love!
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