Claws That Bite


staring at the ceiling

water dripping paper peeling

i use to like the rain but not no more

because it summons up a river

full of shit that's gonna kill ya

so i'm moving to the desert

lock the door 

oooohoh 

the pavement's moving faster

without breaks it spells disaster

i'll coast to where i stop and there i'll stay

because any place is better

than this crippled place i let her

take me to

one million miles away 

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from my home

a pretty place that grows

the grass between my toes

where everything is fine

until i lose my mind

la la la la la

la la la la la

i'm singing to the cows and trees

a big misunderstanding

i threw a rock

between the eyes

and bit the hand

that took my own advice 

the last thing i remember

were fat flames and smoke and embers

coming from the once placid bombs i placed

in every dingy basement

and on every floor i've paid rent

i watched as my possessions were erased 

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