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Swingin Utters Here Under Protest

Our heads are cracked and our skin is peeling And blood is splattered on the ceiling These awful looks seem so funny Run along now sonny What are we

Medicate yourself, You'll feel much better Take those drugs again, They'll take you higher Smoke your cigarettes for stress Drink more just to feel less

The fortune teller drops his books And searches for some better hook To try on someone not as wise as you A renegade in cheap cologne With a mishap's

Directly outside turdy locks I gave a hand to broken clocks and fixed them What a drip, man Erected outside tower blocks Were raising hands for choking

It gives me time to think To play around with notes That I retrieve from the kitchen sink It makes me stop and see It gives me opportunity To seek, destroy

Lovely sons and daughters This ole life can get you down As the days shrink one inch shorter Keep your eyes glued to the ground Now tuck your wings

I came upon a row of pretty houses So still and secretive and nearly perfect Said to myself ?it may be worth it? Thought to myself ?maybe you?ll be worthy