you put me down with a stick you got
that safety pin grip you know me like you
know ice on a fire dust myself off with a
spoon you shot your darts at the moon
and this piece didnÆt tear too soon now
itÆs dust the rubber burns peeling out
behind the wheel and youÆre looking for
the holes that I donÆt have caught on
underneath my heel but now iÆm moving
on moving on from your safety pin inside
the scoop outside the rage mothballs
galore caught in the drain your hatÆs on
tight like super glue you dug the pit you
stepped in it and now youÆre out with the
prick youÆre going down without this ship
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