It Pleases Me

I'm a shallow shake of shit
I know better but I never act on it
Any girl whose heart come my way
Shit, before the night come she'll be ruing the day

I said now hey oh, hey oh
Where are we goin' nobody knows, oh
Hey oh, Hey oh
Who are we fuckin nobody knows so

I call collect with my tips
Turn on the news just to see if I'm on it
Brace my brain for the noise
Oh, of all the wrong girls who'll be writing off boys

I said now hey oh, hey oh
Where are we goin' nobody knows, oh
Hey oh, Hey oh
Who are we killin' nobody knows

I'm comin' in peace
I'm fallin' to pieces
I'm 'a crawl till my hands and knees are scraped and bleedin'

It Pleases Me

No I'm not doin' well
I aint in heaven but I sure aint in hell
But before you give me your sympathy
Please realize motherfucker I got what you need

I said now hey oh, hey oh
Where are we goin' nobody knows, oh
Hey oh, Hey oh
Who are we fuckin' nobody knows, so long

I'm comin' in peace
I'm fallin' to pieces
I'm 'a crawl till my hands and knees are scraped and bleedin'

It Pleases Me

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Varicose Alley

I've been saving saviors for a separate jar
For all my weekend cinder-dicks, and all my times at war

Trying to grin while I batter the drag
If I get my lunch hooks on a pound I'll swap blab sheets for rags

Bury me your majesty below the notch house please
Ripe for the lilies plucked from varicose alley

Sire again I've been reborn
Tied behind the eight ball spilled from a simple whore

Anna, even if those even handed odds flop my way
I'll still be wound like an eight day clock the duration of my stay

Bury me your majesty below the notch house please
Ripe for the lilies plucked from varicose alley

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Full Of It

I trust you feed on our
Worthless meat and savor
All filthy flavors of we

We wipe our tongues they're dripping
Watch the fork it's slipping
From our fingers to our feet

As we grasp our last course
And smile in our belt clasp remorse
Drain our eyes and sigh one, two, three

Oh Lord aint I full of it

Are you stuck, are you tired of serving
All your veal to vermin
Have you sucked up all your guts too much to breathe

Are you last, are your glasses broken
Drinks been drunk and joints done joking
Arms rolled up on past your sleeves

Well forget all your fake volition
Return seat and tray to their upright position
We're landing this fucking thing in one, two, three

Oh Lord aint I full of it

Woe is we, indeed