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Damage 96

アーティスト:Sage Francis  アルバム:Still Sickly Business 

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I'm doing Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh), Damage (uh) Damage (uh), Damege (uh), Destruction (terror), Motherfucker say WHAT? (ONE) something's got to give (TWO) something's got to give (THREE) something's got to give RrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh... Sage Francis is out of it. He done switched his tone Closet Alcoholics Anonymous, bitch, I drink alone Nobody knows so I press on... I go to Fugazi shows requesting Minor Threat songs Drunk driving for Exxon. Don't slalom the icebergs It's smooth sailing till the boat bottom bites curbs No problem, but my sight's blurred. Don't serve me drinks Because I'll write the words that make this whole world sink I'm bitter, sweet and sour, shit, I need to shower, shit and shave Stuck to the TV and completely out of it these days I've got a CD. Fuck the counterfeit DJs Who first fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY I'm sick of headwraps... they meditate on rhymes Swing lead bats... to elevate their minds Get back... Emcees ain't fucking righteous Craig Mack ain't never got his meat lumped like this I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath stalkin' Natalie Portman with a blank tape in my walkman Talkin' to myself over instrumental cassettes The essential steps of having graphic, telepathic mental sex Mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head case Suck it up or spit it out. How's that medicated bed taste? I replaced the sheets. I love ripping off pillow cases Breaking teeth, shoving lip glass in your little faces Like that! "Do you like that?" "If you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back?" I hijacked your daughter's school bus Dismantled ridiculous religions that supply Gods that you trust Whose plush style of living and senseless spending Is eh-heh-heh-heh-endinnnnnnng Sage Francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins Standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras Damage (Damage) You know what I'm saying (Damage) (Damage) Yeah, do it with me! (Every chance I'm doing damage) Come on y'all! (Damage) You know the damage (Damage) (SMILE FOR ME! - BRUISE YOUR FACE AND DANCE!) This music's got abusive roots, fists hit my face on rough nights You think bruises are cute but, trick, you ain't my blood type Some strike the wrong nerve (the way they converse is weak) Others write with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak)


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