are you scared of me?
you should be.
I've got sharp teeth
and big veins.
I've got no remorse
and your pain
tends to turn me on.
I was only joking
when you thought I was emoting.
Your disease and parasites
are all right with me this time.
Laws of science on their head
in coca-cola botttle beds
I'm a missionary and i can't remember
anything I've said.
You and me, we're good friends
and we forget and pretend
and you're a bastard, yes I know-
your mother never had to admit that
your mother never had to admit that.
I've got all my pins straight
and needles on my diner plate
every boy and every girl,
underneath my tablecloth.
I've gotten so holy
I speak with God Directly
Got him on my speed dial while i'm
somewhere else completely.
Monday, June 11, 2007
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