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Sick Fetish
03:24
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Skinny girl, tied down on the floor
Skinny girl, do you want some more?
I will kick you down the stairs
Skinny girl, with the real sad eyes
Baby girl, she chose the wrong guy
Sick fetish, I’m not finished
Sick fetish, I’m not finished
I will kick you down the stairs
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Bad Partnership
02:39
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I can lock you up in a prison cell
I can fly you to the moon
I can send you off to war
Your own momma won’t recognize you
chorus:
Ah don’t feel bad, don’t move an inch
You don’t understand, you only wish
You put me on, I’m throwing fits
It’ll seal the deal, bad partnership
It don’t get me sad or blue, I am neutral just for you
Call it plain or fuck what moves
You touch it, you buy it, you buy it, you lose
All the flowers in the room die, all the mouths of the boys go dry
All the girls with the puppy eyes, they’re all in for a big surprise
(chorus)
What’d I do?
It must’ve been wrong
Either gone too short or taken too long
We want more, we get bored
We want more, we get bored
We want more, we get bored
We want more, we get bored
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Tough Love
02:52
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I don’t care about what you know
You should only speak when you’re spoken to
I know what you say when you’re behind my back
No one else would get away with that
You take the piss out of all I’ve built
But oh no, don’t you pussy-foot ‘round it
I swear by the skin of my god damn teeth
You'd do anything to avoid conflict
So fall in line or pay the price
I’m a therapist giving bad advice
You have no tell, you’re not all there
A blessing in disguise, it’s called tough love
So fall in line or pay the price
I’m a therapist giving bad advice
It’s so strange, it’s why we change
A blessing in disguise, it’s called tough love
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Pink Triangle
03:57
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Get your eyes off of me, I don’t want you to see
You try and try again, you gave it and lost
We want your money, we want your looks
You’ve read through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
There is no farmer’s daughter, there is no well of water
Just slow your roll, move my soul
The young turks, the dead lovers
Soulless villains, thieves and robbers
Try to find the meaning of success
The good advice coming off the camel’s breath
Your face is old and dusty, your face is cold and rusty
Your body is tired and sleazy and wired and easy
The smooth porcelain, it now has bumps
The Virgin Mary, she’s down in the dumps
Get the kids, get the car, keep plain Jane out in the barn
Count my sheep, check my bags, hide your face, wave your flags
All washed up along the shore, an Egyptian’s tomb, a pharaoh’s whore
You can bite my dust, I can’t use what I can’t trust
Don’t ever promise, don’t ever swear
Don’t work hard and don’t ever fail
Make it your life and make it stick
Make it your lover, make it magic
She puts air in a fat, cold wheel
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