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You’re going through phases, are you some kind of man or a moon?
Either way, these here boots, they’re gonna walk all over you
It’s all true, isn’t it? There’s no real altruism, kid
It’s just a new set of clothes on the same old selfishness
Cold piss
Out walking the streets looking for these alleged elegant truths
It’s just me, lonely me, and the other relevant dudes
Arrogant enough to believe this is developing news
I exist just as a fish stuck with the pelican blues
Hot deuce (x2)
Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again
I hear you took it to another level Here it goes now
Here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Tonight I’m crying for a baby who’s never going to be born
My authentic self was aborted at the age of four
You know I’ll always be a junkie
You see me spread across the floor
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Angels don’t come around no more
But I’m not gonna cry, I’m not gonna cry
I’m not gonna cry thinking ‘bout that baby
But I’m gonna die, die if I don’t try
Try to bring that man to life
But what of the classic contest – Content vs. Context?
They have a fight, Context wins, con men contact Content’s next of kin
Saying “I’m looking for your least feminine lesbian, we’re gonna pump her so full of bovine estrogen. She won’t be masculine. I’m so high on mescaline, but no one knows ‘cause I shit on some Mexicans.”
Hot deuce