Gore

I lift a finger
You bang your toe
I don't like your honey now
It tastes of piss just so
I don't like your money
I don't like your bedhead friends
Always bein funny
I wouldn't dream of it

Drowning in a puddle of mud
I could hardly keep a straight face

If I could gore your face like the poltergeist when you look in the mirror
Oh dear
You look at life like a movie, too
You look at me with a sneer
And such an actor needs a director
So I'll leave the porch light on
Master Projector

If you ever muster whatever it takes to ask yourself
"Am I one of the people that I used to make fun of?"
Then won't you come and find me?



Credits
Writer(s): Dashiell Jones
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