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Cut off my tongue and turn it to dog meat
Give it to the hobo, give him words to eat
Everybody thinks I've got new ideas
So funny when I always see you here

Too many flesh suppers keeps distressing me
I buy them in bulk
I watch them go green,
Everybody thinks I'm a fucking chump
I fall to the floor with a kick to the gut

I'll go for liver and you go for brains
Chew it up its human and tastes all the same
Everybody thinks I'm a monolith
So funny when West Street girlies dance like this