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Rumbebubblingup
Rumble bubbling up, bronx or the jungle Builder coming up asking bronze or gold Hand down my jocks fondling, like my balls were cold Leave a place I’m fond of like the house was sold Eyes black like got told twice Hold up that cold ice My eyes ice blue and pale Red in the…
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History of the house
Alabama Day after homes under the hammer So much sawdust, like a meat factory Your man needed a bandana Used to have a sweet home Like a fairy tale witch Hoping to lure Hansel in Handles on the oven’s inside Hang on while you sizzle Bought the lands it sat on Locals my kind spat…
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Penne
Rage boiling up like some penne Nothing compares, that’s Sinéad Toss the grenade, shouting sin é Shimmying down a pole Nifty grifter escape up the Liffey Wouldst thou like to live deliciously I could be easily tempted, gee You versus me, dodgy for the commission, risky bout From the first jab had you swaying, ref…
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Dog and shipfog
Ain’t here to teach you That’s your father’s job I ain’t going to fetch for you I’m not your loyal dog If I was I’d be Cujo Bounding at you from out the fog Lips painted with mad froth, fierce jaw Gaping maw, straw dogs Force a pacifist to raise his fist in anger to…
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