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vicious woman

Everyday before suppertime
She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of Polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack

Polk
That was chic, that was very chic
Her face appeared in all the motor books

Once a week each and every week
When they checked her gasket out
The old
I got cabin fever it's burning in my brain
I've got cabin fever it's driving me insane
We got cabin fever, we're flipping our bandanas
Been stuck
Ugliness 
Ugliness 
Ugliness 

You got a dog face chic,
With basketball tit's.
Porno sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
Find your faith in your security 
All broken up at seventeen 
Jam your brain with broken heroes 
Love your masks and adore your failure 

We're
get through

Brown bags, sky high, I see angels in Chelsea
Wall street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by through the chain link
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic

Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
The cops are well-groomed, with
Muscled physiques in butt town
Their tan uniforms are tailored in chic
In butt town
Any young black male who
late late late
My patient lady

Homes in hills are chic and glamorous
But this one's not; it's drunk and adulterous

Tonight these hills are filled
Caught on the train
Amuse myself and eavesdrop on those japanese girls Party-planning
Chic and lovely broken english
She smiles at me and mouths that
I see them on the video, they're wearin' fashion shoes.
They're singin' 'bout their troubles. They never paid their dues.
The rhythm's in
week
You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a creep that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house stinks
Amil outlaw fly indeed
Got every chic's man eyeing me
Think you could crush this try and see
It's the major coin i-n-c.
And am too hot to just be
wake up to a shotgun
What has it come to... This sensible life
The wife of a fool...
Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
Ooo, Rebecca...
he's paid his breadline dues 
he bought that token 
and now needs to lose it. 

This winter it's the split-eyed look 
and in the squint of spring
consumer slaves
A rose by any other name

Carbon footprint, incest streams
Fuck the mother in the green
Planet cancer, sweet revenge
Isolation, online
This is a message - yeah
To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin?
You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz
Fuck that I
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
chandeliers hangin' by a thread
We're in the pink baby just two trillon in the red
And I hear gabriel blowing his saxophone
Through a great big hole in
by side

With my sistren extended kin sing
Keep on moving and don't stop
Do you get the gist of the linguistic
That I kick

I'm the chic with the hips
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love, is my scripture
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love, is my scripture
don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild

I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through