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I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
The Holler, Cacophony: Slum-it Junk Rat (A Love Song)
I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
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