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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Mouldy Bread

In the experiment from hell
To undo you
To bury your sex and poo poo you
to torment and dig your claws into

for nothing at all
you always want more
you walk through the door
you've kept me poor

God you've made my
heart so sore
I hate it I hate it
Here are some dogs on the lawn

And we mourn, ourselves
For all that we've lost
To your blood money
Trip us over on LSD

May as well dive in the sea
You look but you don't see
Oh Christ, just set me free
Give me some peace







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