It's so blunt.
I’m not sure
What year it is now
Please tell me, I don’t see why not
Be still and stretch your legs
It will help
Ease your pain
Never leave me
Because I don’t think I could be.
On Thursday night,
I was squeamish
At the thought of another stretch
In the morgue
It’s such a chore
I’m bleeding
And I want to turn this around,
A scalpel drops crashing sound.
The smell
Of the ointment
Rises into atmosphere
You know its really all about
Atmosphere
In the evening
You’ll never know what you want
Its so, its so blunt.
You say you love this stuff
And You can never get enough
I know you’re a liar
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