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Spasmatron


(music by Gordon Garretson)

Another Red Dog and vengeance will be mine
I ride this place like bacon grease on wine
Some of your friends already want me dead

But every now and then I am forced to consider
The rapid state I'm in I got gold and no glitter
See, it's an abject sleep
This emphatically wet mess
A banana teethed
By the monkeys of loneliness

Stacked up like barracuda at the bar
Hockey-stick scowls and day-glo bra strap scars
I can talk shit and I can cut this rug

Oh, but what's the use?
I can't strangle the answers
I'm a manic moose
I'm a Ritalin dancer
Stupid hybrids all
There's a ton of exceptions
That blood upon the wall
It was for your protection

Somehow it all makes sense at 9:05
At midnight I don't want to be alive
I know I need deep breaths I need to think before I speak
I know, I know

Lyrics © 1998 John Brocato

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