i'll put on my fake moustache

Κυριακή 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

The premature ejaculation of his death sentence
Hit daniel in the face like a big round spitball
And everything got hazy in the courtroom
And then he stood up and then he sat back down
Another two times in a row
And everything got real slow like a gunshot in the movies
And he remembered heroin boy walking through the door
Bouncing off the walls and the floor
Taking off his belt, taking off his pants
Filling up the bathtub, getting ready to go in for a swim
Singing, i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist
i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist
i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist
i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist
i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist i don't exist


And he was screaming and everybody was, like,
What're you screaming as if it's the end of the world?
And he was, like, well it is

And now that we got that straight, doesn't mean that i can fly
Doesn't mean that i can go do whatever i want
Now that we got that clear, and you know that i'm not here
Doesn't mean that i can go do whatever i please



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