Текст песни You Do Mutilate?

Oh, you can mutilate

We're gonna celebrate

Our emotional poverty

Give the answers all away

I painted my suitcase red for the reading

Which only ended in conversation break

All I want, genetic telephonic pills

Until the Spanish kids got so ill

I was home schooled with a knife in my shoe

Never seen corpses act so cruel

The self brutality was, oh, so angular

I made him a potion in a newspaper column

Smile, gimme a shrug, said I was a fuck up

Now I see your face selling Chinese urine

She came over the fence

With an argument in her head, no empathy

Escape strategy, I understood her

We were trying to share a genuine human moment

Just like the way they do in movies

I'm in a war with this suicidal depression

It's not the star I'm trying to call

I've been standing on this strand far too long y'all

Go ahead, go ahead

Somebody that will slap away your blindness?

Whatcha want?

Somebody who'll corrupt your heart with too much kindness?

Salute your Busta Rhymness

She met a black man in Chicago

My superwoman licked it

I don't need any of that shit

I need something that works, motherfucker

I wonder were you flattered

I tried to get you drunk

I know you're collecting disciples

I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk

Someday, someday

There are skyscrapers for you, Jane
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Never use your given name

I wanna snatch you up for a sequel

Make you feel like godless people

Always knew you were special

Your best friend told me he saw you crying

Everybody wants to crescendo

Take home a memento

We tried to isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y

I still was the family secret

Or a symptom of some wilderness hate

Ceremony custodian

For experimental post human relationships

In fact we tried isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y

Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the pain

Not allowed to expose the pain

I still was the family secret

Or a symptom of some wilderness hate

Ceremony custodian

For experimental post human relationships

In fact we tried isolate X-X infinite pleasure X-Y

Ineffectually, I'm not allowed to show the pain

Not allowed to expose the pain

All the white people from my neighborhood are dead

All the black people have turned pink for the winter

Everybody's searching for a cause

A reason to blow themselves up

Could be anything

When will certain people realize

An afterlife is nothing to live for

Nothing to die for, nothing to fight for

If those in this life are not sacred

Then nothing that's a part of it is sacred either

If you think God is more important than your neighbor

You're capable of terrible evil

If you think some prophet's words are more important

Than your brother and your sister

You're ill and you're wrong, you're wrong