i know i know i know
shut up
killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down
i've been shown these wrong ways i now own
i now own all these wrong ways i've been shown
i know i know
shut up
all the rapists keep asking me for a cigarettes
i just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement
and pray that yes i have two legs lee ann she has one
i know i know
shut up
my own notions go a chocking my throath
all bad thoughts still a float around in a fury
luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss
i empty all of this
johnny walkeround my ninety pound of brain cloud
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