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thirty whacks


thirty licks with a belt - playing tricks on myself
and i wonder if ever
yone else is this way
a succession of tests a triumphant success
each time it’s still intact at the end of the day

thirty drops in a glass - keep my temper and pass
with my breath held you bastards i’ll get you! but then -
its not really so bad, there’s still mom there’s still
damage to do before they wrest the axe from my heads

its no mystery: you should obviously go
before i break everything
you’re always telling me that youre dying to know
but you’re not really listening

how do i manage to station myself in harms way
and only get hit with a ticket for loitering
that i have no means to pay - and no strength to argue
the voices are infesting up through the floorboards and they’re
murmuring murder me
if i could shut them out just for an hour i swear
i could stop this catastrophe

thirty day guarantee
but that can’t include me
after all i’m at home in this childproof world
no sharp corners or glass
no small objects or plastic bags
please, these are death to a delicate girl

its no mystery - you should obviously know
that i’ll destroy everything
so dont keep telling me that youre dying to know
cause you’ll get what youre asking for

how can it be that i still put myself in harms way
and only get hit with a ticket for loitering
that i have no means to pay - what kind of place is this?
now all the voices are screaming this just isnt fair
but i’ve got a fool proof plan
if i can get them alone for an hour i swear
it’ll look like an accident
i could be decent yet
i’ll make up for everything
i could be president....

 

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