i have a crate it's filled with bricks and
pictures of our past depreciating values and
i'm losing interest fast all the hungry mouths
i seen could never make me steal i would rather
stand and die than have to bow and
kneel balloon you call me pocket
venus but i'm really pocket freak you know
i don't need this i have my own potholes
leaks i came into some money i don't need
you anymore you can call me superstar or
you can call me whore balloon i'm the type
of guy who doesn't have a type at all i'm
not dressed for this climate someone take me
to the mall drink toilet water and eat the
food that rots we're living in the
coisters where out subtext is out
plot balloon i'm back in your life we
can't even mess up right
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