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Bitter Citizen, part 1
04:07
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I'm not even dead, but The Man is sucking out the marrow. His fingers in my pocket before the pants are on me. He's got a mouth full of food, yet notice his fork coming closer to what's left on my tongue, to siphon air from both lungs.
Pry if you want. but don't plan on ever getting inside. Crack the shell. You can have the brain, I'll keep the rnind. Pry if you must, but don't plan on ever getting inside. Crack the shell. You can have the brain, I'll keep what's mine.
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Babyface
02:54
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Miss Justice missed the target, how misfortunate.
She's had a miscarriage.
Miss Justice missed the target, how misfortunate, caught her peeking once more.
Heard three sides of the story (all from the same witness).
Heard all sides of the story, none involved are guiltless.
The cuffs are on him, however, all eyes
are on you. The 'cuffs are on him, however,
fault lies on you.
How do you plead?
(Am I my brothers' keeper, Am I my sisters' keeper?)
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Sugar and Lice
04:30
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We all form a tree, but I'm just a leaf...expendable, no real value. Causing no grief (yet bringing no relief). Those Three Branches can bear the burden.
Familiar fragrance. Puke or smile. Sulphur mingles with the smell of Apple Pie. Same old song, familiar dance...left foot in mouth, right hand down pants. Gratify the one most cared for.
Winning smile, shirt full of starch. It's obvious you'll come out on top...but on top of what? A heap of people, young and old, with one thing in common; a need to know the face of you, the tyrant.
Crack a Branch (it's easy, they're hollow)
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My form is still moist, ready for molding.
Hurry before it sets. Inches from the kiln!
More sand,. Less dirt. More glaze. More glaze.
I'm prepared for the heat now...
Seven days in the kiln. Time to come out, time to come out. Out only one minute still warm from the oven. Yet the public adores me (Can't 'get too much lovin'.)
Potter put me here for this is surely your greatest creation. Above the others. Porcelain such as I has no place among mere clay. Pristine so very dean.
Beauty like this belongs with like beauty.
That's the glorious story, sink. Now give me a flush, my throat's getting dry.
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I'll be Deemed a Genius
03:28
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My mama didn’t raise no fools. But I was soon made into one by the City’s public schools. Where they left off the tv took over. Audio...Visual influx. That trashcan’s overflowing, one answer is logical. Dump it. Get rewarded for the chore, then fill it again.
Born without, live without, leave without. Born with? It’s dismissed. Soon to leave without. Sans sense since grade one.
Filled again, with sequential trivia. I’ll cough it up eventually. I’ll spit it out selectively, then I’ll be deemed a genius.
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Aversion to Maturity
02:26
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They all marvel at my ability to cower. Was it is the altitude that caused the short-lived goal to sour?
The tension thickens...no, I’m not in the mood to bicker.
Feeling sick as vitals quicken, I’m easy pickings.
It’s very possible that I could have cleared the chasm. My yellow belly’s full of butterflies with five foot wingspans. (They could have carried me over.)
Watch in wonder at the man-child’s transformation.
Now relatively taller, with patches of hair in very odd places, it seems my personality could be considered an anachronism within the context of its housing.
Lackluster (catchword 93/94)? Then why can’t I ever relax, huh?
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In the kitchen something’s cooking. The cook is very sly.
Silver beemer® gleaming brightly, betrayal gleams in his eye.
Our white picket fence resembles upturned spears...
Try to leap over? What, and be impaled? I’d rather fester here.
(I’ll fester here for my remaining years.)
Don’t want to stay together but I fear we must,
It’s written right here in the handbook.
Everybody yearns for another body. Your trust helps hide mu lusts.
Chapter five, page 69. Check the handbook.
Consult the handbook
Consult the handbook
It must exist, I hear it quoted constantly.
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Hysterical
05:15
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Hippocrates, my feeble knees need your rubber-glovin' care.
Oh the agony.
I'm in need of your particular brand of quackery.
Make my hypochondria real. Give me the chemicals and we'll make a deal.
Preventative medicine? A myth from the past, impedes collection of future cash for MD's.
Ingrown toenail or myocardial infarction?
Sprained Ankle? Amputate.
Once that uterus is taken out, those allergies will dissipate.
Hippocrates, it's going to take more than two of these.
I can't call you in the morning if I'm...deceased.
The little blue spheres got rid of my cough, but a side effect is the skin sliding off.
I would much prefer coughing, when weighed against that cost.
Doctor Hippocrates. Posthumous malpractice.
Can you make a lawsuit retroactive?
Founder of unwarranted hysterectomies.
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The idealism turned disenchantment.
Pacifism was rewarded with a boot to the face.
Naivete is thankfully it's own reward.
A trophy's just rust in the making,
Atrophy is what I want to avoid.
Yes, superiors are fueled by your tears.
Tapping a limitless resource.
Evaporation, let the wetness leave,
The saltiness is all you really need.
What does a young snot like you, know about persecution?
Though what can I, suburban guy, say either?
Let's drop the pens and microphones and join the Peace Corps.
Only the choir is listening, what do you keep yelling for?
This looks like a stage, but it's actually a shrink's vinyl couch,
Where one can feel free to allow the guilt to spout.
You're entertainment, I'm entertainment.
We're nothing more (though sometimes a bit less).
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Ye Olde 6/8 Tune (demo)
02:10
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