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Heartless Mudflap, Kidnap Carjack

Just stay quiet and still, keep your hands on the wheel

She's all tied up in the back just to prove that we still feel

A twisted, little punk all strung out on the junk

She lays like a ventriloquist's dummy, splayed out in the trunk

 

Just keep breathing baby, it'll be okay tonight

Once her body trembles, we'll all scream in delight

When her tears are spilling, we'll throw our ***** shillings

And celebrate gaily as we cry out in triumph daily,

 

"Clean streets, sobriety and unconditional artistry from a dog

Under my feet, like a genuinely unforgiving stone from a soft God

Water, be ****** Peace and all prosperity can come eat meat

From my hands. My rough palms tingling from the rain on this sheet.

 

Blotter, blotter. Let me corrupt your daughter. I know.

She was a soccer champion and now nothing but a ****** lost

Under a half-moon, harvest red, shining oh, so brightly in her head.

My men are out to get my money back but you won't notice the tools that they all lack.

 

Please go, and whitewash the teeth from the smile in the evergreen

Cheshire lies, untie this knot in my neck on my back, rebuff my sheen

Bumming for a smoke, hoping I will choke on it, ***** comets will rain for the death of beauty tragedy

Like the man before me, I'll be nothing but a veteran lost to prostate

 

Cancer. Answer me, my love. I'm ****** And it goes and goes and goes and goes and goes.

 

Who knows what grows, who is a bomb and calm as a Hindu cow?

Oxygen gets you high, you accept your fate

It's a good way to die but refrain from the urge to **********

I lie inside my mind ready to try again, depends

On if I come on too strong, it's been so long, so wrong to try and pick up on all these young ones.

It may be over for me but you can live out your life

And become something better than this high-

Way robbery

Of a child. So mild. Urbane."

 

And as she climbs out and fumbles, her body will crumble

Heels re-slit, we better fix it, get with it, the ball is still inside

Her mouth so she won't cry out so loud, oh why

Must we be doing this? I can't believe we're really going through with it!

 

My eyes are burning red and I can not help that this is dead

We came this far, don't back out on me now, anyhow the blood's on my hands

I demand answers! Why can't I hold the lantern? The car swerves

So just hold on tight, she'll blend in with the rain and mud tonight.

 

Don't worry, baby. Just keep driving to safety.

Just take a deep breath and sit still

Just shut up and keep your hands on the wheel

Every day this is how we feel.

 

And the only difference is I tell you.

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Feb 17, 2011
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(c) Ryan Bowdish 2010-2011

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