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Visine
[written by P.J. Olsson ©1998]
got my underwater cymbal filled with energy
to get me through this minute
t.v. star from my childhood
come and screw me now...
i am man enough for wooden benches...
seal this note with my juicer
use the liquid from your womb...season to taste...
R O M E O came with crystal
said my house is clean except for this
and i held up my marijuana
if you think it's a crime
i'll take a piss...a piss on your grave
...grave...grave...grave...grave
(sometime of the time you give me love rhymes
you give me love rhymes some of the time)
had a dream 'bout joseph stalin
was his son haulin' out of moscow
on a jelly bean with wheels
there is one thing we have in common
it's the torture of growing old
you must stand there, you must agree
the time is near now
we're children no more
...no more...no more...no more...no more
the ozone...like a clit
dripping sunshine...on my lips
call me social disaster
there's still me comin' after
a piss on your grave
...grave...grave...grave...grave
got my visine...got my box...
got my wishes...
got my underwater cymbal filled with energy
to get me through this
minute
(some of the time you give me love rhymes
you give me love rhymes some of the time)
my wishes...this minute...
my wishes...this minute...
my wishes...this
minute
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