Melt

My liver, just had a heart attack
And my temper, just had a brain snap
My liver, just had a heart attack
And my temper, just had a brain snap

Stuff on the table, it's been ground up
And in a bowl, it's already chopped up
Some of the guys here look a little messed up
And in good way the girls all look hoe'd up

Back In the day we all did the two-step
Kept inhaling until we were 'outta breath
Saw a skin punch a goth chick in the head
You said now the scene if not the girl is dead

You know them, always tease rough
Need to lie and that's just true enough
Praying on your knees that you get it tough
From the Patron saint of the totally fucked

Formulated the key deliverables
Demonstrating that they were miserable
So when they went ahead and put the bubble back
It was nice and everybody clapped

Interesting but irrelevant
A climax of unplanned elegance
Downfall being in the arrogance
Of the slow mo end no credit sequence



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Reinders
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