Correction Paroles Level 9000 par Jam Baxter

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Yeah, episode six in which our villain gets high
Eats his whole family for dinner then cries
Episode seven's set in triple-x heaven
See my silhouetted figure juice a little sket dry

The whole life plan is live and then die
And become a dark stain across a picturesque sky
Take aim at your face, let the pickled eggs fly
You can f**k me with them tentacles, this isn't hentai, hеntai

Remain unscathed
Storming the gamе in the same drunk rage, like
Look at all these kids with their made-up names
Me I made mine being straight-up strange

Yeah, that makeup fades, now these clowns look sorta normal
Bobbing in the sewage like "dive in, the water's awful"
Live forever as a shadow of a former mortal
Living like you're cold, pink skin fuzzy, warm and floral

Imma break this down for you real real simple
The cynicism in me's instinctual
You was a midget in the bits sippin' liquor from a thimble
I'm a giant in this sh*t and eagles nest in every wrinkle

Product of a pacific-size gene pool
Skip to the nearest toilet cubicle to refuel
They like "damn"
"He seemed cool 'till he got my dog drunk and told my kid to leave school"
Supersonic

I'm stressin' out (why?)
'cos I'm too old to be depressed about whatever I'm depressed about
When in doubt live with it
While plastic people strive to be alive, skip school, scheme and skive

The apocalypse will be televised
I leave the hive to see it live
And probably survive
Strange and erratic
Dubbing over your limited edition cassette tape with radio static
Listening to aliens communicate
I'm not chasing me dreams I'm staying in to ruminate
Sending god a reminder
I'm only coming to heaven if you've got everything that I want on the rider
Have I really come a long way since running up and down the flats getting smashed with a bottle of cider?
Erm, that is yet to be determined
Get head and preach a sermon on an ebenezer, gurning
And crash through the gates, usually late
But I pop the ball with the sword while you're stuck choosing your faith
The only thing I'm losing is weight
You ain't bishop mate, there's more juice in the grape
Scrape the food off your plate, imagination pie
Stomp the earth flat and laminate the sky
And moonwalk off the edge while the kids are clapping
Nostalgic for a time that didn't happen

Breaking through the panels of the comic
Reaching for your gin and tonic, yeah
Vice is weighing down my wallet
And I'll take it if you got it, yeah
Breaking through the panels of the comic
Reaching for your gin and tonic, yeah
Vice is weighing down my wallet
And I'll take it if you got it, yeah

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