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With perfect prose and a broken nose,
He beats the early morning streets,
He's not a king or anything and he's felt like this for weeks,
The rain has come again and it doesn't mean a thing,
Everyone's mouth is moving but they don't say a thing,
I spent last night in bed with a young photographer friend,
She's a wounded dove. A pretty swastika,
Her smile is like amphibian,
Won't you take a picture?
Develop it in liquor,
Keeping it in frame,
Diet Coke is a better mixer
Well you attempt the perfect crime,
But you must be out of your mind,
You tell me What
else
can
I
do?
But she's a little young even for you,
Interest or disinterest, she's a simple-minded mistress,
Interest or disinterest, well, you're making it my business,
The morning dew smells like manure,
Nature is my rainbow sewer,
You say you wanna get some sun,
Well go ahead, I hope you have some fun,
I'm talking in my sleep but everyone is listening,
Did
you
find
a
job
today?
Well I didn't know one was missing
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- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower