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yeah. yeah. oh yeah. okay.
searching for blood in the salty sea. the sun beating down on the chest and back of me.
looking for drugs in a southern town. hey.
i've got this red right hand that points me south. you see the puke green clouds just spat me out into the hot heartland. i've landed with no chute. and i hear:
"hey. come pollinate me. hey. come pollinate me," across the room.
i hope to watch you writhe again soon.
they've got the army of ears; they can hear you now.
i've got the piss in my veins and these furrowed brows.
you've got this one last chance to burn me/turn me down. down. down. down. down.
if not, i've got these last twelve bucks to spend on you.
you can take me anywhere your sick mind wants to.
use your south to fuel me fueling you. ou. ou. ou. yeah.