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USA: Stickfigure/Anthems of the Undesirables
Includes unlimited streaming of Good Evening, Pricks! It's the Hubert Selby Jr. Infants
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lyrics
I’ve just had one, maybe two or three, maybe five or six, no one’s counting
It’s all gone south, spiders in my mouth, a barrel down the falls, the threat of drowning
My time is now recorded in Happy Hours, New York Minutes and Sloppy Seconds
Awake at 3, anxious as can be, cold dark clarity, the come down beckons
Take it easy on the miracle whip
You’ve bottled lightning but you can’t take a sip
The rats are waving but they’re leaving the ship
And they’ll be on dry land before you realise you’re underwater
You treat your body like a circus tent
You write the danger off as merriment
Keep throwing knives til there’s an accident, til you’re a
Funfair shutdown
My travel plans? a bag of Yes I Cans, off to Malt Disneyland, Heaven help me
I can’t recall, anything at all, what I said or did, no one tell me
A life spent in glasses and in jars, a bubble made of gold, perhaps I burst it?
If I weigh it up, the cost of feeling stuck, the constant feeling fucked, it isn't worth it