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kill me - flushing scotch lyrics

[verse 1]
she’s in dreamland for keeps
countin’ each sheep as they leap from the sodden ground, ashes beneath
(six, six, six) inches in deep
same as the distance you speak
same as the age when they turned the lights off, and you’d sit there and eat
i think, maybe i oughta to start over
so i grab a fresh sheet, and i drink till i f-ckin’ forget the last weak

till i forget last week
f-ck it, i’m weak
(get down) from the hill now that’s too step
b-mp up the pills that i eat
so the next time that i blink i become number than the gums
of a certain someone that i’m still strugglin’ not to be
i keep rememberin’ that the meek shall inherit sweet f-ck-all
f-ck off
[hook]
move on, she’s gone
i’m off, so long
i’m packin’ my bags, and i’m draggin’ my name through the dirt
i will never be clean
move on, she’s gone
i’m off, so long
she told me to save my f-ckin’ breath (kill me)
oh god please, don’t save the queen (kill me)

these are the things that kill me
kill me
these are the things that kill me
kill me

[verse 2]
sideline, sittin’ for what seems a f-ckin’ lifetime
sirens, shinin’ on the new york city skyline
frightened, tryin’ to keep my heartbeat from risin’
flyin’, purrin’, turnin’ p-ssycat from lion
tryin’ to find any kind of evidence
to prove that design is somethin’ that’s intelligent
born a methodist, i made a f-ckin’ mess of it
manically depressed, i guess it’s safe to stay a pessimist
100k a year to show up at my f-ckin’ desk and sit
not still, i got attention deficit
an obsession with the new world disorder
i’m tortured; i’m findin’ solace in my medicines
a recluse with tattoos whose sole use ain’t to shoot back
i’m ammunition for the culture war
holdin’ torches to your textbooks
to look, not to burn; yes, to learn to make s-x hurt

[hook]
move on, she’s gone
i’m off, so long
kill me
kill me
move on, she’s gone
i’m off, so long
kill me
kill me

[verse 3]
pogo stick ‘em in the motherf-ckin’ air (everybody get down)
real deal, b-tch, evander holyfield (don’t you f-ckin’ move)
listen, if not, it’s off with your ear
van gogh view the sea, and see that you will disappear
a pair of cashiers, overhearin’ their prayers
“you cannot hurt me ‘cause god is with me here”
i lean down so that i can taste both of their tears
(on and on, and on and on)
where’s your f-ckin’ god now?
i ask that b-tch where the f-ck is he now?
gone
(on and on, and on and on)

open your mouth
where is your f-ckin’ god?

i ask that b-tch where the f-ck is he now?

- flushing scotch lyrics

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