There is a bar they call The Bitter Sea.
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And she sits and drinks a velvet crush--that's
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Kool Aid and gin--casing the clientele
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Like a relentless cameraman. She is
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Elsewhere. She says You keep a-knocking
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But you can't come in, and I say
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Little Sister, don't you do what your Big Sister does
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Spiral down down down down down down down
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Well desire looks just like you with an uzi nine
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Gundown fifteen bystanders in a roadside driveby
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Desire is the grassfire drinking gasoline
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And she says Open up your mouth, man, let me come inside
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Spiral down down down down down down down
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She cracked
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Now they call me Mr. Bitterness
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She snapped
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Now they call me Mr. Bitterness
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She's gone,
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Gone gone
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Aaah, leaning up against the wall
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I will lash out dancing like a madman when you're gone
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I will spit the blue flame and hurl my glass against the wall
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And I will hear your name coming out from a boom box
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I will hear your name called out from passing cars
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Spiral down down down down down down down
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She cracked...
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MR. BITTERNESS
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| Soul Coughing |
