Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.
(I hold myself in contempt)
Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull
Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names
Vomiting lies through her theremin throat
As some businessmen pick at her brains
Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis
Seems Seth Brindle's at it again
Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover
And shamelessly spoils the end
Blood vessels drying and curling inside are
Unfurling from out of her wrists
Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison
Intending to learn it to hiss
Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid
And giving some poor illness the blame
Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard
Insisting that she's won the game
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart
She could not break my heart, oh lord
Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises
And uses them to her advantage
Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus
Disease is her primary language
Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd
Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13
No apology, I request misery
So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee
So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby
With autism strapped to a ceiling fan
Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand
Buckle your knees looking up at me
And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand
For the sake of humanity, die of your blight
We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa
Now all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself)
You can go fucking die (kill yourself)
Go fucking die (kill yourself)
Kill yourself and go die
Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull
Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names
Vomiting lies through her theremin throat
As some businessmen pick at her brains
Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis
Seems Seth Brindle's at it again
Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover
And shamelessly spoils the end
Blood vessels drying and curling inside are
Unfurling from out of her wrists
Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison
Intending to learn it to hiss
Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid
And giving some poor illness the blame
Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard
Insisting that she's won the game
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart
She could not break my heart, oh lord
Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises
And uses them to her advantage
Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus
Disease is her primary language
Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd
Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13
No apology, I request misery
So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee
So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby
With autism strapped to a ceiling fan
Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand
Buckle your knees looking up at me
And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand
For the sake of humanity, die of your blight
We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands
So all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa
Now all that I see absolute entropy
As the chemical bonds fall apart
Well, it seems she broke me
But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself)
You can go fucking die (kill yourself)
Go fucking die (kill yourself)
Kill yourself and go die
Credits
Writer(s): Will Wood And The Tapeworms
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Everything is a Lot (2020 Remastered Version)
- SELF-iSH (2020 Remastered Version)
- Mr. Fregoli and the Diathesis-Stress Supermodel, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Con (An Untitled Track)
- The Real Will Wood (Music from the Award-Winning Concert Film) [Live]
- The Real
- SELF-iSH
- Everything is a Lot
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