Correction Paroles Cut/Clap par Will Wood

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Slackjaw b*t*h with a jigsaw at her throat
A nice attempt at the bourgeois, tell ?em
Some?born?sick with a?rich doll?s att**ude
A trite contempt as?if you know, tell ?em
Panic sex and a static wreck
I?m?sticking?out?my neck, I?got gallow talent
Tragic?sense of ent**lement with a dead-end cul-de-sac of shallow merit

Who?s got your back with a knife? I might
Who?s the one who wrecked your life this time?
Well I?m willing to try

I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands

Hacksaw swings at a big-shot animal
A white contempt for the truths I tell ?em
I might wink at a nudge and will it well, and wonder who the lie was meant for. Tell ?em!
Spike this drink with anthrax enema, politeness wins over honest terror
Slice at link for an impact maximum!
Buy your bread from an honest seller

Fighting to win over punching bags
Garbage cans who watch their waste-lines can?t
Go nowhere fast

Blacktop wings: That?s a concrete answer to your weightlessness Icarus says tell ?em
That one thinks is an unsweet treat
I think you?re hopeless
But we disagree I tell ?em
Shattered specs while you hit the deck
You better protect where your eyeballs well up
Blue blood, black bile, lips to lick
I?m bringing down heaven just to bring your hell up

Kites that fly more in the frozen rain: Might they find holes in their broken wings
While worship sings/war ships sinks

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