Wrap my head in cellophane
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And place it in my Kenmore
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Maybe when we're not so full
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We can eat it all by four
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Thoughts drip out from the ears
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And fall into my open beer
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Penetrate the hardwood floors
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And fester there forevermore
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Evermore
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Don't close that door
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I'm in your floor
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Evermore
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Everything here that you see
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Is right here in front of me
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Wipe your feet before my head
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And think no thoughts before I'm dead
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My plastic body's wrapped in chains
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Confuse the thoughts inside my brain
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Even though I was told
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When I was born they broke the mold
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Broke the mold
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Can't get a hold
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Of what I control
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Broke the mold
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When will the play of words begin
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The angry crowd protests with murder
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Naked meat enters stage left
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She begins a speech and the men get a hard-on
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Tears come to eyes
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But men with muscles cannot cry
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Words slur to sighs
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Placed in the fridge before she dies
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Tears come to eyes
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But men with muscles cannot cry
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Words slur to sighs
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Placed in the fridge before she dies
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If it's not me that you see
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I doubt very much that'll ever be
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A man who thinks much more
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Don't be afraid. I'm in your floor
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In your floor
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Don't close that door
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I'm in your floor
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Evermore
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Fridgafloor
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Kilgore Smudge |