1. |
Poison Ivy
03:47
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you got sick
now i caught it
how you do that
now its my habit
i hold on
to what i can’t have
when you leave
you never look back
the holes in my face
lead to another place
i need you here
but you can’t keep me safe
you surround me
poison ivy
you grow on me
you surround me
can you feel the
ever lasting tension
when you look close
do you see your reflection
scared of what is to come
i feel like i lost what i have done
not that i have ever won
all together it equals none
you surround me
poison ivy
you grow on me
you surround me
i want to trust you
to be where you wanna be
i want to trust you
to be where you wanna be
surround me
surround me
you grow on me
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2. |
Gimme
03:57
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she has paper wings
i have a metal swing
who can go higher
loser gets nothing
takes my doll stole my toys
i play the boy i have no choice
shes the star with the voice
i want out
i want out
give it me
i want it
give to me
i want it
gimmie, gimmie, gimmie,
(give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
i've got small bones
she has several stones
who is stronger?
i am alone
whats the future?
read my hand
the lines are deep
will i marry a man?
i want out
i want out
give it me
i want it
give to me
i want it
gimmie, gimmie, gimmie,
(give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
she's in costume
my dance shoes
slippers i never care to use
glitter eyes
no compromise
she's center stage
im on the side
'teller says that im good
a talent to be understood
puts a porcelain rose in my hand
maybe some day i'll get revenge
i want out
i want out
give it me
i want it
give to me
i want it
gimmie, gimmie, gimmie,
(give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
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3. |
Biscuit Eater
03:22
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Shut the front door
Shut the front door
Shut the front door
Shut the front door x2
You, you son of a biscuit eater
You, don’t need to speak or even feed her
You, you only sit and leer
Shut the front door
Shut the front door
Shut the front door
Shut the front door x2
You, you son of a misfit mender
You, don’t want to quit you mean, lender
you, only want a broken queer
Shut the front door Shut the front doShut the front door Shut the front door Shut the front door Shut the front door Shut the front door Shut the front door Shut the front door Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the front door Shut the fuck upShut the front door Shut the fuck up
You, you son of a biscuit eater
You, don’t need to speak or even feed her
You, you only see a baby deer
Shut the front door (chorus)
You numbnut finger
Shortened linger
Quiet clinger
Little teaser
Biscuit eater
You, son of a biscuit eater
You, don’t need to speak or even feed her
You, only see a token queer
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4. |
Doomsday Song
05:36
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5. |
Gold Star
02:44
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Life’s a bitch
Then you die
Like a bleeding dog
Or a hungry hog she’s
Sittin right there on yr wet bed
Waiting to be fed with her legs spread
Babe, O babe
It’s so nice to meet u
Forbid to b cute
Its fSo nice to meet u!!
Gold Starr
To the cutie who got it in the hole
On parrr
On par
On par
Life’s a bitch
Who sends nudes
To crude dudes
With slick dicks
And dirty fists
She
makes you tick
Steals your bic
She’s seventeen
And she’s
Mean
But it’s too late
Life’s your date
You r wut u hate
Gold Starr
For you, cutie
You got it in the hole on parrr
~~~~
Gold star
For you
You did so well
You did so well
You did so well
You did so well
Like Eve never fell
Like Eve never fell
Like We never fell
Soft and velvet, apricot
Undone, cherry clot
Life will need you
Till you rot
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