death comes quick, accidental, formal, or otherwise, your in line at the deli
when you wake up sweaty dreaming of me, you don’t want to make a scene.
lose that feeling faster than frying an egg, you want to hide you’re obscene.
when you tie a lasso or that noose, don’t make an excuse, let’s tie one on,
lose me kneeling, mom say’s it’s unappealing when you beg, you should stand up and be strong. Even when her appetite is done you gotta pick up your boot then put your foot down, burn that bible if that’s how you get along. RSVP your penance, dance like you feel it’s all wrong. All of us are backed up by infants that sing this song,
Shut you up, shut me in, if it isn’t peace we’re discussing. Shut up.
come’s a time when you know life’s getting over,
all the beggars and the saints now wear crowns of clover,
all the taxi’s lining up to pick you up in the dirty alleys disguised,
like thieves who studied the designs of pockets, don’t be surprised,
if they sell you a seat on a rocket, and it breaks down,
don’t sit with your peanuts and cry, make it over easy and create your alibies. You got your chance now there’s no more way to make a stance. You better get good and reconcile with this, this is goodbye.
Her name echoing in my brain was Monique,
She brutalized me with her stuff, her squishy muff,
She broke me down like a lonely priest.
I squirmed for air, my tongue tired and complete,
She saw in my eyes I was about to plead,
punched me in the eye and said you better not speak,
If your preaching tough, preach in between my legs as I freak.
if you want to love someone don’t ever be meek.
God may be on a page in book, same way devil make loopholes,
they’re both whips with a hook,
by the time you make to unlucky 13, you feel where’s the love that you teach,
heaven or hell, both have limits, either or, cut off your fingers as you reach.
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