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Some of my lyrics

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Breeding in Captivity
Breeding in captivity
The fate of all mankind
With IUO's and IRS and even sometimes y
They nail their daily protest on the orbs of
human eyes
They shuffle through the deck for all the lousy hoarded prize
The swiftness of a coroner, pronouncing people dead
To do their deeds in darkness where the bone saw scrapes the head
And mighty swift were warriors but warriors have passed
This is the age of sorcery delights that fade and pass
The scummy crumbs of visciousness where bars hold people back
The screeching streets where metal splays the gullet of the pack
You said we fight for freedom by the Senate pen that blots
And heroin and gasoline have come to mean a lot
The captains crow the dusty chanty hangmen speed aloft
There isn't any splendor and the grass is never soft
A choking cloud may funnel down while dizzy dervishes
Spin and bop the damn things drop and fade into their fez
The croaker croaks his challenge and the elder pounds his staff
And every time the TV's on some distant voices laugh
The dam breaks open flooding no one, no one's living there
They just roll down their windows and pretend there's lots of air
The mountains lie in angry heaps that batter tender child
The rain will sometimes soothe my soul, but inside I've run wild
A pistol cracks in silence in the prison where I work
I am the jailer and I'm much too young for this

Steal my Diamonds
they’re gonna steal my diamonds and murder all my friends
they wanna throw me to the wolves they want my will to bend
they poison their own fountain there’s fire on the mountain for them
they’re gonna steal my diamonds i hear them hone their knives
they’re gonna cut my heart out and feed it to their wives
they tamper with their fortune they take too many portions of lives
but i know the secrets i know the art
i memorized the map by heart
i talk to the forest stars hear what i say
i’ll take the diamonds and go away
they pay the devil but he lost the key
i can make hell bow down to me
they can be pompous but i talked to god
and heaven is where all treasures are
they’re gonna steal my diamonds i hear their clashing swords
they try to catch a leprechaun to lead them to his hoard
they burn their own village
they purchase their own pillage o lord
they’re gonna steal my diamonds and murder all my friends
they always kill the prophets their ways will never mend
they poison their own fountain
there’s fire on the mountain for them
but i know the secrets i know the art
i memorized the map by heart
i talk to the forest stars hear what i say
i’ll take the diamonds and go away
they pay the devil but he lost the key
i can make hell bow down to me
they can be pompous but i talked to god
and heaven is where all treasures are

Wounded Cheerleader
Hey Wounded Cheerleader, Nobody loves you now but me
The Fire took your whole face away—they tell me you live in almost constant pain
Do you remember me? You used to see me as a greasy, shaggy haired, drugged out weirdo!
Do you remember the way you used to cut me down, so very deep?
And oo I used to get so mad knowing you couldn’t even see me.
So now all of the jocks that you dated are afraid of you And they laugh because they’re dumb
Like I wrote you about in a thousand letters that you never read
And you can’t see me, you still can’t see me, but I’ll remember you
And I’ll tell you some day: Oo I used to get so mad, I used to get so mad When they laughed at you.
Oo it used to break my heart, it used to break my heart When they laughed at you

Savior wearing thin
Down the mountain, Savior wearing thin.
We don’t want a Savior running our affairs.
Living out of favor, while they say He cares.
He wore out His welcome, preaching peace and love.
Watch His wounds a’ weltin’. We don’t want His doves!
Down the mountain, savior wearing thin.
We don’t want a Savior, offering His aid.
Living out of favor, off of His estate.
He has lost His flavor. He ran out of steam.
We don’t want a Savior, turning on our dreams!
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