Sickling Your Cells

Cider semolina dramas
Stuck in my teeth
I'm a rabbit on the run
Hold your gun, son
I'm a turkey molester
So sick and tired, so sick and tired
But I'm greedy

Maybe you should run, son
You flail, blame, hard done to, but I'm sickling your cells

Please don't look at me
No, go
Don't contact me
I'm fired up like a tired goat man boy
Take a moment, my brain swells
I'm lost

Maybe you should run
You flail, blame, hard done to, but I'm sickling your cells



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Newman
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