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designer shroud of turin - the callous daoboys lyrics

if i could see it in third person
i’d break my back for that weekend, prophesies nothing
there’s no h*ll worse than
looking at wolves and deciding they’re fawns
skinned clean by repetition, you hate this part

godd*mn, you’re a big believer in that applause light praise
with mastodon opposites
you crave nostalgia for the 2000s
with the hacks in swim trunks, not laughing
see, there is no formula
just sand to add to the hourglass

i’m lying through my t**th
for the sympathy of
my body’s oxygen
but i could live without it now
so, get your story straight; is it the knife or the pen that you need?
for “loverboy’s lament”
it’s all been projecting, i won’t be respecting the runtime

flooded skull and the city
with your “big boy” feelings
that’s how your old man did it

speak when spoken to
if you’re a wound just climb the wall
that’s how real men do it
baker’s dozen of bad motherf*ckers
speak when spoken to
curfew from the mistress desk
that’s how real men do it
it’s like we kin to it
ain’t gotta tell ’em who it is, let the pen do it
your honor, in my defense, he had the dawg in ‘im
hands up, found luck, it’s a new beginning
i be on my own conditions and terms
dishing heat with splendiferous words
golden brown comin’ out the oven
dough me fa sho cuh “these boys is bussin”

an admission of the sin in em
got no business doing deep sea ‘ditions
since you left me at the lectern
your attention is essential to the feature
got time for the drop*top sequence of events
spent to the interest of the whole (rich quick)
save face in a comedic way ’cause
the b*tterfly pimped anyway (everybody can see)

you’ll be alright

tonight’s the night
and it’s gonna happen
again and again

your newlywed game, i’ll play like it’s groundhog day
now we’re both progenitors
diamonds dancing in reverse
what have we done since
we last spoke
thought i’d fly in a suit to impress you
take all the chances we had, make them mine
i’m lying through my t**th
for the sympathy of
my body’s oxygen
i could live without it now

if your suffering sticks to the ceiling, you won’t be satisfied
unless you know it’s r.o.i

stopped me from a skinned knee
godd*mn, you make my dreams come true
“he was marked a cadaver”
“found dead in his eggs benedict”

nostalgia for the 2000s
nostalgia for the 2000s
nostalgia for the 2000s
for the 2000s

i can’t believe you got the penthouse

turin?
and it’s designer?
you won’t be impressed
they got the shroud
turin?
and it’s designer?
you won’t be impressed
they got the shroud

- the callous daoboys lyrics

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