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I need to find somebody who can tear me away From the car crime babies and switchblade days The bark of the unemployment hounds And the thud of the thick white skull on the ground I won't die in the bony arms of the state To be laid to rest in the wake of a faded town If the raincoats come to steal my home There's a big white house at the end of the road I can see you wrapped in Egyptian thread In a marble garden immune to the mess If you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud We could finally make your father proud If I leave this world in a loaded daze I can finally have and eat my cake I wanna die like a rich boy, diving In a hydrocodone dream And you can die like a rich girl by me Oh how the magazines will grieve I'll die like a rich boy, bathing In a milk bath I could drown I wanna die like a rich boy Even if we're as poor as we are now I wanna die like a rich boy, drowning in a lake that bears my name And you can die like a rich girl by me Flushed and radiant with fame I wanna lie in state on the TV In a golden cardboard crown I wanna die like a rich boy even if we're As poor as we are now I've found you now so tear me away From the feral street they lumped us in I'll be Shakespeare's moonstruck king We can lose our minds at the top of the hill We burn cash and carry a decadent flame Way into the night and beyond the grave
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
Die like a rich boy
So you just stepped out Of the front of my house And I'll never see you again I closed my eyes for a second And when they opened You weren't there And the door shut shut I was vacuum packed Shrink-wrapped out of air And the spine collapsed And the eyes rolled back To stare at my starving brain And fully clothed, I float away Down the Forth, into the sea I think I'll save suicide for another day And I picture this corpse On the M8 hearse And I have found a way to sleep On a rolled up coat Against the window With the strobe of the sun And the life I've led Am I ready to leap Is there peace beneath The roar of the Forth Road Bridge? On the northern side There's a Fife of mine And a boat in the port for me
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
Frightened rabbit