I use blood to run my fast car
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I need oil to take a bath in
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I’m riding whiskey to the top soil
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I’m showing teeth as a goblin
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It’s a promotion
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We’re selling time-out from the trash can
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Five star vacations in the garbage
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and deep sea diving in the waste bin
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and it’s gonna be a long, tall life
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I’m a puddle ten feet down
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Build a river for me
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Days so sweet they sail away
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The workers all get tooth decay
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I’m a river emptied out
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Build an ocean for me
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I’m so deep they’d up and drown
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Funny how things turn around
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I’m a lonely ocean now
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Stretching to the heavens
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When the heavens open wide
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I’m too big to step inside
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All mine, all mine
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but I’m bored
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Thomas Jackson
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| Gruvis Malt |
