(Shoppingspree) that one with the black lung in the bathroom handsome rat has been or a won't do never was really much of a man or a monster i'd ring out yer heart in my bare hands if I had to (J Dream Greene) limp on get yer talon in a rock get yer claws on lock dont stop stiff n stuck lift up (Shoppingspree) lift up, bloody buddy sad and fucky home crumby crunchy money hole shit I should sing about the small sob sessions after all of our orgasms with these diseases been impending all this hope is just imagined i am the only washingtonian alive out on the ocean in my nest of white gold bones and you can see the ghost of these geese fly low oh my old lover the ear wig always knew which house I lived in always stalks the spots I'm sleepin always thought the thoughts I'm thinkin of cash and grass and gas and ass and pitch black cash in a stash we stay fat you just a snack for the empire of vampire bats and jet black cats spinning street fags into high fashion bratz we make a pact we like to stay fishwacked and stay fat but what about bat tits do those produce nutritous liquids? quit your askin! aw figit sticks dear gods is I an idiots? pity pits filled to the brim light the match and drop it in do a dance featuring a silly grin (Shoppingspree) so the last friend I abandoned left old candy in my hand how he had randomly implanted me regret me nots, you filthy seed. half moon through the kitchen round the mid day saturn in the background of the fast lane patterns and addictions from the deep space spaceman in his basement stays wasted and tasteless as the corn syrup this christmas but is his situation dismiss of a distress obvious to cats and dogs and rest of these codfish but just as rediculous I dictate all my hopes into a wish list so roll that up to smoke with the rest of the soft moldy dope and take a taste of whats toxic together it's probably better, a little acid rain literally in every weather, secret secretion stains on each eight hundy dollar sweater it cleans the spleen and leans the liver leaves you keen and cleave lasts fucking forever
credits
from Gob,
released April 7, 2013
the other vocals are courtesy of pop sensation J Dream Greene. the rest is spree
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