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It's cold and it's
Smooth and it's
A hard shade of white
And everybody needs to lick the surface clean
But it never tastes better
White blooms to white and
Freezes white again
Close it before something crawls in
Commit it, leave it, get away-
We always
Drop our good side
Being good gets you stuff
Being stuff gets you good
Good stuff gets you being
And wheelin' and dealin' and squealin'
Shit lives forever
They have no legs, but chase us anyway
Wipe the shadow of your best friend
Gave birth to something we don't want to be
We drop our good side
You can't kill it
Eat is just as deep as you can fuck it
So cough it up or go down
And there's only one thing that separates
A man...
Shit lives forever
We'll retire with a turd on our lips
Under a pair of knowing eyes
I'm gonna take a few down with me
And drop my good side
You can't kill it
Take it from our drummer, puff
Being good it gets you stuff |
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