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They had painted her face like a man's mistake Gangbanging the sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that she'd send opens its eyes To the ladies of the spread She took me home and spit in my drink She spoke of Germaine Greer and Friedan I don't know what to think I took her standing in the kitchen Ass against the sink She draped me in a stole (what kind?) I think Malaysian mink And threw me out into the snow I waited for a bus Here comes some ... screaming, "Are you one of us?" I said, "Of course I am, can't you see I've got some tax reconstruction" (What does that mean?) No clue It must be illicit pentagram (What are you talking about?) No clue I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know This life is not a prison we are always free to go Anytime Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese stars Chinese stars I'm trying to interface You met me at such a dismal point on the arc I think I understand what you were saying About the smiles, of the skulls This spastic face was the last one Our luck was white I read it with my head open, or only slightly cracked Somebody else will have to close it when I'm done And make the most out of the visuals We're walking though the wood I notice someone has built a house for no bird in particular They want to destroy us (I know) It's time to penetrate their fantasy |
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