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Poor Bastard

アーティスト:Lambchop  アルバム:Hank 

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It's a new form of slavery Some gas from the past Partly built on the right Partly built out of glass While the crystals deflate I begin to address A little run in your stocking A little hair on your dress Well the party isn't over Till the fat one comes home You know you ate up all the sausages Gave the old dog a bone It's part of your anatomy It's part of your mind I would prefer mine I suppose To do this time It's the dark side of perfection Prelude to success Curious brand new direction From associated risks Could be the stigma of rejection Or the embarrassment of desire It got clumsy with the ladle Spilt the soup on the fire Surrounded by cushions Black lacquer and chrome As your friends and relations Inspect your brand new home In a moment or two They're gonna leave you alone No more days in the oven


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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