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From the age of six to weak bones and homes for geriatrics We all still wanna **** the same eighteen year old actress So go home **** off, switch hit and call it practice And I'll go home and write some rhymes about these ******* fascists Pray my humble words find wings and fly about the atlas Play like in my best of dreams when words become the catalyst To tear apart the great machine 'til the haves have never had less We'll both wind up with a sticky mess and possibly a bad wrist.
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
A Sticky Mess
From the age of six to weak bones and homes for geriatrics We all still wanna **** the same eighteen year old actress So go home **** off, switch hit and call it practice And I'll go home and write some rhymes about these ******* fascists Pray my humble words find wings and fly about the atlas Play like in my best of dreams when words become the catalyst To tear apart the great machine 'til the haves have never had less We'll both wind up with a sticky mess and possibly a bad wrist.
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
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