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Survival - Shudder To Think

I put up a song sad

To grease the temple

Start in the middle with

No hands no fans to hit me like you do

I would rather be wrong than

To burn forever

Mired in achy blue

The flames they love

You but my lips catch fire

I put up a sign said

Grease the temple Startled Tomatoes

It sounds like nothing so hip me to the till

We would rather belong than

To spend our lives cold obfuscate by will

I feel some lectric bass is up to Hill

Survival We fight over who comes along

We let the dew drops beat us black and blue

Balloons write the songs

Mistreat me like the the boy you knew

Who sings his life along

And spins you like a fool top

How long–wait–STOP

I put up a song sad

To grease the temple

Start in the middle with no hands

No hands to hit me like I like

You can hammer these long words

And sentences into obscenes you like

I feel I'm missing;

Bait just off the mike

Survival We Fight over who comes along

We let the dew drops beat us black and blue

Balloons light the lawns

Treat me like the the boy you knew

Who swings his life along

And sings you like a fool song

How long–wait–STOP

Feet don't want to drag You lucky Jew

You're spot on Let's see those fingers hon

Spit out your gum and sing along

Oooo–your luck is through

They all still speak of your sweet decisions son

About a suitcase junky bum