Had a blow job on the golf course, late at night—
(still got it in a biscuit tin big cupboard top shelf)
Like my home my left arm isn't mine anymore
We can all change—
(in the back of the shop into civvies)
"This top's tight on me I need to swap it
How could something so simple ruin my day"
My aunt ain't all that and when it comes to her sister
Mums the word
I MAY HAVE JUST ONE EYE, BUT ITS ALL MINE
ALL MINE
Can't see for dreaming
Can't sleep for caffeine
Can't cry for laughing
Can't laugh for screaming
I'm not the man you believe me to be
I've been dead too many years
You can rewind me pause me
Praise me excoriate me
Drink my blood eat my flesh
Just don't put me back in the box for another 2 millennia
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