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Biz Loves Sluts

Can you feel it kid? Can you feel the buzz and hype? 
You're like a fresh peace....so ripe. 
Come close your eyes and take me by the hand. 
It might feel kind of weird at first, 
but I promise not to get it in your eye. 
I think you're golden and I know it. 

Marketing shows we might have to change your look 
and I agree with them. 
We think your songs might need abetter hook, 
I promise on the good book, it won't hurt,
I won't get it in your mouth.
I think you're golden and I know it.

Don't you think a slicker sound would kinda like benefit you now? 
Don't you know my only goal is to help somehow?
Don't you pay no mind if it's feeling wrong.
Just close your eyes and make-believe and play along.

Because the biz loves sluts.

Chocolate cinnamonlollipop 
toffee butterscotch whip cream caramel frosting.
I'll never play you I wanna pay you, and I promise, 
yes I promise, cross my fingers, 
I won't get it in your mouth.
I think you're golden and I know it.

Don't you think a slicker sound would kinda like benefit you now? 
Don't you know my only goal is to help somehow?
Don't you pay no mind if it's feeling wrong.
Just close youreyes and make-believe and play along.

Because the biz loves sluts.

Walk Around Me

Fevered dreams of broken things that may come true.
She says that your magic charms, they won't save you.

Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves.
Chills down my spine yeah, when you curse me...Alright.

Blackend skies and magpie cries, they surround you.
But at times your blackend aura may seemblue.

Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves.
Chills down my spin yeah, when you curse me.

If I've been fated, why not let me know? 
Why not kill me out right? 

I don't fucking care and I don't fucking know. 

Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves. 
Chills down my spine yeah, when you curse me. 

If I've been fated, why not let me know? 
why not just kill me outright?
Don't Bury Me...I'm Still Not Dead

To all the given ups, the special needs crew. 
To all those who were told "we didn't need you." 
To all the people who are eating all alone, 
you know something fucked that kid up good. 
To all those who wake up at dawn, 
underpayed and then shit upon. 
To all my friends who never had a chance. 
To those who closed their eyes, 
thinking they'd bebetter off...for now. 
To those who felt that the gods kept them from getting out, 
this town.

To spite as a reason.
To clothes out of season.
To those stuck in caskets as nails hammer in.
Just keep screaming out...I'm still not dead.

To the ugly ones with the bad teeth, 
staring at the pretty people that they can't meet. 

Staring at the magazines on the endcaps, 
that fuck yourhead up good. 
To all those buried in the ground, 
God knows I wish you were around, 
to laugh and cuss about what's going down. 
To those who stand watching the last bus as it drives away...again. 
Those those who see that by not playing and not giving in...they win.

To have no good reason,
To no cuts and lesions.
And to the confusion of our enemies.
Just keep screaming out...I'm stillnot dead.
Don't bury me yet.

Year Of The Rooster

Nail a coffin, keep it shut.
Try and dig a deeper rut 
planning on a pay cut.
Xmas time. 
Looking for a big break.
Limbless get a fair shake.
Sleeping through the earthquake in your mind. 
Ok I messed up, never did what I said I would do 
go away...this hiccup is gonna last till the party is through. 
Leave me swinging in the breeze,with lice and fleas. 
I admit I forget I don't know the words. 
Cut down in our prime, left for dead before our time, 
thanks for looking out for me, just save your philosophy, oh yeah...

I'm betting on a point shave, 
getting told to behave. 
Try and be a good slave, 
collard tight. 
Guessing it's a no go. 
Waiting for the say so. 
Getting told to law-low....
ditch, headlights. ...
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