You wake up deadmen
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With your loose sex
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You shout at them, C’mon
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And as they fumble in half-delirium
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You smash them back down dead
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With a thud
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Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle
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Always keeping them as a collector
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In a nearby trash barrel
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Unless they completely break
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And are fortunate enough to be swept away
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And you, all knowing handler
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You heartlessly say
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You don’t know me, you don’t know
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And we turn further to the grave
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More lost than ever before
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Unless some unknown force
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And even then that island is an enigma (?)
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And they long for the trash barrel
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And your scathing rebuke
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Ah you knew them well
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Before you consulted the night
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And their dreary ways
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Your instinct is the truest thing
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Your hate is the staunchest foe
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Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired
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Take it from a friend
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You Wake Up Deadmen
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| Jandek |
