Straight as an arrow / Defect, defect / Not straight, not so straight / Reject, reject
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Mom and dad went to a show / They dropped me off at grandpa joe’s / I kicked and screamed, said: Please, don’t go / Grandma take me home!
You’re always dancing down the street / With your suede blue eyes / And every new boy that you meet / He doesn’t know the real surprise
Rape me / Rape me, my friend / Rape me / Rape me again
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thingthat you’re only supposed to use once and then discard.Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend.My shyness, pet her flow.She’s only been five months late,even though we haven’t had sex for a week.A meal a day, a meal, I say.And my heart’s made mySomebody else already used the word aurora borealis.She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in thefreezer.She’s only five weeks late,and I haven’t had a date foreverever…ever…forever!Wish I had more…more opportunity,more chances to remember some thingsso I couldn’t have so much pressure on my…on my…on my, um…ah, on my…um…um…head.We’d have so much more diversity,and so much more input, so much more creative flow,if we had someone in school, a (GIT)GIT…geeks…in…town.Ha!…Come on, Dave, think of oneGirls In TroubleIt should be GIC, geeks with CharvelsNo, GWCFuck, man, this is a waste of time!(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!You’re personally responsible forthe entire strip…to be washed awaycleansed…as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcoholflowed through the strip and were set on fire.It didn’t just singe the hair, it made it straight.And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,and his…silkand he…he erected a beautiful citya city of stars.
Congratulations, you have won / It’s a years subscription of bad puns / And a make shift story of concern / And to set it up before it burns
I’m on my time with everyone / I have very bad posture / Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea / Distill the life that’s inside of me
I can read, I can write / I can breathe, proven fact / Bless my greed, crease unfold / Is it me, or my ego
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks / And he never leaves ‘cause he’s got bad luck / Well he never reads and he never draws / And he never sleeps ‘cause he’s got bad blood yeah
If I may / And if I might let me down weeping / And if I say what it’s like / I might be dreaming