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Knife Play (2002)
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good god baby
lady's high
aping full on high

i cross my heart all the time
it's always the same
nothing happened
i cross my wrist now you shut up
it's always the same
nothing happened

miya
jailbird
softy sigh
miya who cried
secret sigh

i cross my heart all the time
it's always the same
nothing happened
i cross my wrist now you shut up
it's always the same
nothing happened

i cross my heart all the time
it's always the same
nothing happened
i cross my wrist now you shut up
it's always the same
nothing happened

. . .


It was not posed
It messed me up
It was her recording herself
Whisper.
"What is it worth to me?"
Thinking one thought
The advice to be okay.
Break into childrens hospital
Cry it out.
"Dont fuck with me, dont fuck with me"

And I broke up
without a note
And I broke up
Its a mess
Go go go go go
Away from here.
Food color poured out all over her shorts mixed with
I'll make a gate you cannot pass
Taped to there loinclothes
A sign that says "Why us?"
Flip yourself off but erase it when someone sees you.
"This, this is the worst vacation ever, I am going to cut open your
forehead with a roofing shingle, Ohh Ohh"

And I broke up
without a note
And I broke up
And I broke up
behind your house
And I broke up

. . .


Luber
I want to hug you
I want to tell your mom to love you

You got your dreams
They're about the Birthday Party
I've got my dreams
Whatever they used to be

Luber
On your birthday
I will answer your 1000 questions
Luber let me help you
It will ease my conscience

What would it be
If you knew were saving my soul
And what would you think
If you knew you were the toast of my town

Luber, on your birthday
I will answer your 1000 questions
Luber let me help you
It will ease my conscience

. . .


put that gun to my temple
put that gun to my heart
always walk off the plank chi cha
all always, all always in to the dark

A I D S H I V
i cannot wait to die
can't you tell
can't you tell
can't you tell

never finish my degree cha chi
never played the Pogues
throw my head out the window
and cement
my feet
into the dark

A I D S H I V
i cannot wait to die
can't you tell
can't you tell
can't you tell

. . .


la la holds inside of her
the horrible dream of being somebody
thinking about her dream makes her feel
like it's stupid
a dream whose coming true
is a must a must
it would be so much easier
if she was a real girl
the preschool students ask her
what she is
she thinks i don't know
she says what do you think
listen to On Fire and pretend someone could love you
listen to Lady Day and dream they knew the half of it
listen to Birthday and pretend someone could love you
listen to Nick Drake and dream they knew the half of it

. . .


i know i know i know it's over
upon the platform inside the slaughter house
just a slip away from murder
oooooooooover
in the night a mystery should unfold
where i wish for waking up unaware
but it's not unclear at all
underlined in red on your jacket sleeve
were the curse blank as a toothache
but it's not unclear at all

I know

i know i know i know it's over
your final descent ick ick ick ick ick
mixing pills and gas with incest
on the plane ooooover
folded up the last year of your life
every play you tried to write in school
venice is the right place to kill yourself
like a cricket blob in the cactus club
pass away and chirping in my ear

. . .


grab my face
as hard as it's funny to you
while i pretend
i'm your real dad
how is anne's cough today miss sheryl
i pretend to ask
a daughter who i bug
and can only stand to be around me for about 30 seconds
but whose picture i wear
in a pin inside my coat
so, who is this picture
that's you anne
you're not coming to my birthday
oh, i know

. . .


black lung got you down tonight
saving it all for work
suha pins her arms to her side
watching her twin want to die

i hate my body, i hate the desert
please let me escape
when will i be going home
i hate my husband, i hate my children
i'm going to hang myself
when will i be going home

black hair got you down tonight
black love black cuts from your work
weep like the busted girl you are
wash down your hope in that car

my name is suha, i'm 25 years old
i'm going to hump a cop
when will i be going home

. . .


Take your parents credit cards
Buy a bunch of crap that you don't need
And will never ever use
Your mom and dad are out of town
And they trust you implicitly
A rubber chicken for the mail man
Is on your horizon

And there is nothing
That I'd rather do
And there is nothing
That I'd rather do

Your sugar daddy's turning 50
He shops for you indiscreetly
A fashion show
In his penthouse and black silk kimono
Step out into your short shorts
Put out as often as you need to
To make his summer #1

And there is nothing
That I'd rather do
And there is nothing
That I'd rather do

. . .


oh yvonne it's true
but i promised not to say
what went down
oh yvonne it's dumb
i don't know why i am turning red
because i know you don't mind

she'll set it up to fall
and he'll set himself to wait
far enough away to know
far enough
this wedding song's dumb

oh yvonne it's like a wish
when i'd heard that she'd left him
it made me think just for a second
oh yvonne it's dumb
and in don't know what to say

. . .


tell me why they hurt you like that
i can't see how you go on

tonite and today
my eyes closed in the club
tonite and today
the smallest kiss in the world
tonite and today
i won't forget it or why

which boys which girls answered your ad
well man it was none of them
when i give in will it be ok
make me see it's my last year

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