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Portion
An ounce and a bottle of whiskey Down you, month on the drip feed I clean the seats and wipe clean the streaks Wearing yellow marigolds, same colour as the fields of cormallen I’m tracing the Shannon, singing Barbara Allen My hand cannon like an allen key, release your steam.
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Gotime
When it’s time go no one will know it was me Wore a thick black robe down to the knee Grow a beard, lay low for the next three Weeks, things gleaming no receipts for them Guests are eager this evening but I don’t receive them I’m ghosting everyone, phone is on flight mode Heads…
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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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