Tag: rites
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Rewounding
Raking over old cuts Cussing out old cunts Looking back they were about funds, fundamentally I was all about do easy, have fun, living faster than the runs Now the nothing I’ve got multiplied amounts to none No amount of stacking zeroes makes dinero appear I can’t be alone tonight Call the guys, buncha Goodfellas…
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God is an edgesoftening sandpaper
Getting faded nodding off of a coner Takes me out like Old Yeller’s owner, Bullet in the Head Festival money makes Zach De La Rocha and Tom Morello more mellow, fewer emotions More oceanside condos, nine door all terrains with built-in floatations Half mile every ten gallons if you’re burning the correct dinosaurs In my…
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Swapshop
Serpents and hellions Thruppence a dalliance Living in that big abandoned palace in Tallaght Pawning Marian medallions I got from Aunt Sally For an Italian meal with Wanda O’Malley.
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Matching drawers
Matching everything: bra, knickers, and garters She’s got the whole tea set, cream fettered scones in gardens like Met her on Fetlife, said I have a wife, she said I’m there regardless, Mike In the corner a gnarled trunk full of who knows what, that’s just for starters She’s who knows whose mot and I’m…
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Welcome back, you fat cunt
Cheeky chat don’t pay your way Certain rules you can’t disobey I’m sure you’ll say I’ve misportrayed The circumstances of this sore betrayal Classic tale: two rutting males Single guys in their 40s just get a certain way Stuck in their routines, too late to be saved Everything must be this or that way, nothing…
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