I don't need your acusations second rate
abomination your heart is degenerating your "love
mix" needs new combination with the fire of love
burns the flames of hate capable of opposites
never knowing which you're going to get today, to
bury, to die and what's your body glitter? you
need a stoned sitter you hate only New York
litter and what's your body glitter? canned
peaches and my brain is not my own I sing the
puppets song of being free controlled by a string
with an acters voice never talking 'bout subject
choice despair in sing song voice wooden whipping
boy knock on wood knock on me and what's your body
glitter? you need a stoned sitter you hate only
New York litter and what's your body glitter?
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