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Marsha, It’s Your Peyote
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Ezra Bell
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If not this room, the boss's boon The lute plays on repeat Cries of death and feigned regret Good news is that which bleat And I hear he can't be trusted I hear he's half a man Exaggerates and masturbates alone with his left hand And there are bloodstains on your money An injustice won't you say All your John McCains and Saddam Husseins Go to shop for his and hers Won't you wake me when it's over I have promises to keep More cheap thrills and five more bills for mama's rent next week And you lie there with your plan until you've Gone to him and say you know That your body's nice but I think I like you much better When your mouth is closed I regret such things were said It's a shame we won't be friends But when you meet that handsome dentist dear And he comes here for revenge Oh won't you tell him do it quicky For when I get to hell I'm aware of people there I have vengeance for myself And there are bloodstains on your money An injustice won't you say All your John McCains and Saddam Husseins Go to shop for his and hers Won't you wake me when it's over I have promises to keep More cheap thrills and five more bills for mama's rent next week And you lie there with your plan until you've Gone to him and say you know Your body's nice but I think I like you much better When your mouth is closed Won't you wake me when it's over I have promises to keep More cheap thrills and five more bills for mama's rent next week And you lie there with your plan until you've Gone to him and say you know Your body's nice but I think I like you much better When your mouth is closed
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