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We've been a fire
Burning underneath this town for so long
Seems like prime time to emerge
See what kinda damage there is to be done
Cause your hair smells like cinnamon
And your kiss tastes like accelerant
And your body reminds me of a structural flaw
In the shambles this whole world is built upon
So let's fuck this town to the ground
Let's fuck this whole town to the ground
The old folks may not like it
But soon they won't be around, and we've got all da
So let's fuck this whole town to the ground
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Evicted
03:07
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You cannot evict me from my body
This is the one set of rooms that I'm not renting
I'll paint the walls and the halls however I wanna
And if you don't like it I don't need your help to haunt them
Cause I could imitate but I'd rather hang out in my real shape
Stretch out my tentacles and let my eye stalks aerate
It's a big big world and there's lots of stupid hills you can die on
But if you insist on this one, I'll happily help disperse your ions
I don't wanna hurt you
I don't wanna keep eating
But I really like this building
And I can afford the heating
All of my neighbors the goblins
All of my friends in this ghost town
We can solve all our own problems
We think it'd be best if you left now
Left now, left now
Left now, left town
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McRib
04:01
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Should I be embarrassed? Something that I think
When I undress
All that I see is lovely but I
Can't be convinced
But when I am outside, and no one is awake
I feel something else
I see my breath and gather in, I am something good
I am a friend to everything
I'm breaking back into the garden
I'm taking back what I was promised
Everybody tuck in your bibs
I'm hot and I'm back on the menu
I'm the McRib
I'm staking my claim, you've mistaken my name
I've got some ideas
A tree on my street when the leaves are all green
That's something to be
Should I be a special occasion?
Catch me for a limited time
Or should I be something obstinate
Belligerently offering some food, and love, and rest
I'm breaking back into the garden
I'm taking back what I was promised
Everybody tuck in your bibs
I'm hot and I'm back on the menu
We're breaking back into the garden
We're taking back what we were promised
Everybody jump the fence and live
We're hot and we're back on the menu
We're the McRib
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Destroy Me
04:34
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Go ahead destroy me, I promise I won't even complain
I'm a bird underneath your boot, all you gotta do is lean back babe
I serve at your pleasure, I can make you supper and sing
You're the red in my ledger and I'm your pretty little thing
Go ahead destroy me, I don't really think that you would
But just below the surface I can't help but notice you could
But I don't wanna belong to nobody else
I don't wanna belong to nobody else
I don't wanna belong to nobody else ... etc
I don't wanna be alone
Go ahead destroy me, some would say that it's for the best
I'm a weight on your harness, cut me loose or die with the rest
You got my number, I gave you the key to my heart
You're holding the instructions so why don't you just take me apart
Go ahead destroy me, I don't even think it'd be bad
Even if I don't exist, at least I'm something you had
But I don't wanna belong to nobody else
I don't wanna belong to nobody else
I don't wanna belong to nobody else ... etc
I don't wanna be alone
Why don't you destroy me?
Why don't you destroy me?
Why don't you destroy me?
Why don't, why don't you
Destroy me?
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Clay
04:19
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I can agree to this brand new name
I'll hold it in between the ones I use every day
I can agree to this brand new shame
I'll hold it in between the ones I feel today
Walk me down the aisle, walk me down the aisle
Marry me to plans, give me away from myself
Walk me down the aisle, walk me down the aisle
Marry me to plans, get me away from myself
I will police myself without any grace
If you'll just take me in your loving hands
And mold me like clay, mold me like clay
Yeah take me in your loving hands and mold me like clay
Take me in your loving hands and mold me like clay
Take me in your loving hands
I won't remember the place, just the general shape
Won't see it when it follows wearing a familiar face
I promise not to try and run away
Long as you keep feeding me three square meals a day
I will aways eat what you put on my plate
I can't taste a thing, my mouth is broken anyways
I will aways eat what you put on my plate
I can't taste a thing, my mouth is broken anyways
Won't you let me be in the factory
I can be a good, good, good, good little machine
A good little machine
I can be a good, good, good little machine
I can be a good, good, good little machine
If you'll just take me in your loving arms and mold me like clay
Yeah, take me in your loving arms and mold me like clay
Yeah, take me in your loving arms and mold me like clay
Take me in your loving arms
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Basketball Shorts
05:00
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I pissed my shorts on the basketball courts at the center
And I ran afoul of the sister's smile at the church
My heart curled up into a paper cup that I spat in
I kept it wet and warm and tucked away
When I went for a swim at the gym I got scared of the things I thought of
The bodies on display made me feel strange
I rubbed myself on the pillow that I slept on
I feared I'd wind up empty one day
Now I couldn't piece together a beautiful fiction
Of the kid who could sit still inside the frame
I kept a running list of all my demerits
I took that new revision like a bullet to the brain
When I woke on the back of a truck on the freeway
Your hand guided my hand underneath your jeans
Our friends always knew exactly what we were doing
But they always pretended not to see
I think there's something in my room
Do you think that I could stay with you
The little lost child inside needs a place to hide
A place to hide
Hard teeth underneath as my tongue runs over the options
I'll kiss anybody willing to kiss me back
A DVD menu looping before we started
I'll cry at the close even though I chose it all
And after I down this bottle of indecision
I'll find a new way to cause a person pain
I'll stand in a puddle of my self-made condition
The critical shot I nearly pissed away
I think there's something in my room
Do you think that I could stay with you
The little lost child inside needs a place to hide
A place to hide
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