Feeling real dried out
Like a dear on the side of the road
Feeling real wiped out
Like a shark on the shore
So
Slant faced
I frown
Children stand up
For a new crown
I've got no answers
But I'm still loud
Guess that makes one of us?
All I think about is
Sex, money clothes and death
It's not that complicated
It's all that's in my head
Sex, money clothes and death
I'm blowing fuses and wires till there's nothing left
I'm
At a fearful height
No one
Could ever
Ever
Understand
Contour sketches
In my thoughts
Making scribbles thru my head
Let think sink run more
Impulses roar
Timing doesn't care when it works
And you're asking polite
You wanna know
All I think about is
Sex, money clothes and death
It's not that complicated
It's all that's in my head
Sex, money clothes and death
I'm blowing fuses and wires till there's nothing left
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