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Skinwalker
come run, come on and come
you wanna ride on the angel gun?
sleep with the devils and get in the mix
with a mad mad scene?
good lord, you don’t know where I’ve been
and that’s mud and blood running down
in and out your nose
you’re dead in paradise
OD’d on the american dream
I’ve got eighteen cans that bleed stray dog sun beams
for when the moon gets too close
shit, kitty cat, does that one strike eight?
a pocket full of jollies from the candy store window
we exterminate
the howling through our skin
they call this place a reptile zoo
and I’ve got coins to scrape anyone of these
who try to get through
must be a miracle the beasts haven’t got a scent on me
I’m wearing brute force and you,
of course, stink of easy
the howling through our skin
the horror, the horror
you deserve so much better than being called a whore
hell, its spring break and you’re working on a degree

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from High Society Torture Party, released May 21, 2011

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