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fake pollocks - a busy city street كلمات أغنية

middle of the stage
(the light)
truly liberating
give up, strip down
shake that money_maker

i_m_p_o_t_e_n_c_e
and a bunch of other problems
they just won’t know how to spell them

here’s a buck
buy yourself a tube of toothpaste
make it extra strength
here’s a handheld pump
here is a brown paper bag to hide your head

can’t you leave me something?
(front view)
glassy haired, ewww
you play with blackhead, whitehead
just another night with

blackheads, whitеheads, faces turning bright red
papulеs, pustules, pillow cases, white drool
enough
pink is peace
(it’s me, the ghost, opachia)
and red is war
(in life i p_ss the bed all the time)
i look bright with both
(until i woke, the odor, it haunts the overconfidence and seeds the slip)
what starts war
(appeal unmade, you slip, i will)
quickly gets cold brain
(display something upon your head as well)
spirit what do you want?
(the red above your eye and chap your skin)
now let me take you to a

busy city street
you’re walking at a brisk pace
but there’s something in the way you don’t see
you trip, you clown
your pants fall down
and all the cosmopolitans go “tee hee hee”

pink is peace
and red is war
and i am bright with both
tell me what starts war
and quickly gets cold brain
spirit, what do you want with me?
it’s just to haunt you down a peg
’cause i’m a ghost

and i have put you in the blackheads, whiteheads

you’re glowing and burning
burning a fiery red hole into the leather of the car seat
going somewhere windy and unlit
did you forget in the excitement
that (that) you (you) had (had) a (a) passenger?

i heard a joke in a dream
he had me p_ssing myself with laughter
and when i woke up, though i was still laughing
i could no longer remember it
but you were there — and you! — and you were there

with your irritable bowels and a f_cked up walk
and that girl, with all her hanging fat folds — fat jokes —
and her sugar nodulocystic acne

and as the putid green froth rising in curly wisps
from the gutters from a busy city street
through the laughing mouths of the passersby
that saw me bare_bottomed and weak
oh!
and i saw on a platform (woah!)
a classic, incorruptible statue
and i pushed myself to imagine
it in nothing but some pink underwear
blushing and vulnerable
p_ssing the bed
slipping on banana peels
glowing pink and red

oh my god
oh my god
you left the microphone on
(the mic is on!)

oh my god
oh my god
you left the microphone on

everyone can hear you
oh my god

- fake pollocks

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