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Warehouse
I’m drawing a line in the cement
with the dog shit on my shoe
those who do not cross
will be tonguing it when I’m through
it’s come time to take every liars mouth
and stuff it with hair from shower drains
its come time to take every coward
and fill their belly with led paint
all the glass eyes will be devoured
after being plucked from the baby girl doll face cavity
behold the punisher
prepare for the pain
of our bored and disillusioned
soulless stained bed sheet names
(these high society torture party games)
dear confession booth,
so many sins, where do I begin?
do you remember when we were young and invincible?
saliva spit dripped from a split lip
like a mouth piece in a prize fight
adventure flew across the room
the warrior’s cry
we swallowed thorn bushes whole
and always came inside perfect pale drunken strangers
with cheap gin menthol cigarette bug spray breath
dear confession booth,
so many sins, where do I begin?
baby, we is busy bees
whose sexy saccharine hive
is full of all the best honey jive
I want vinegar in my eyes
because nothing’s so sore
as all the sweet that’s been this dive
so saddle up and ride

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from High Society Torture Party, released May 21, 2011

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