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Homemademummy

Aesop Rock

Skelethon

the brain out...

Gadzooks, punk's dead, last good gut wrenched
Antennae sam cook, black book pushead
Cat skulls stacked to the black hole sunset
Olive

I flew from you, love
With red feathers on broken wings
Gut wrenched and torn up
Open the cage and let you sing
It hurts so much
Let's be honest
It

I take the drugs
To make me smile
For now my gut wrenched years are over

Stood at the door
Shadows show
I can see footsteps down below
Movement

and bubble
Through the fumes and filthy air
Self medicating
Gut wrenched and Shaking
Hands tingle and twitch
Can't breath but breaking
Vodka, shouldn't have

heart
Left me shakin' split down the middle
Keep it buck, Ben Franklin
You were my world, worth savin'
This ain't amazing, it's the opposite
Gut wrenched

saw you two holding hands (That fuckin' bitch)
Man my heart was broken I was gut wrenched (Fuck)
Thats when I gave up man (Aint no fuckin' way)
Headed

saw you two holding hands (That fuckin' bitch)
Man my heart was broken I was gut wrenched (Fuck)
Thats when I gave up man (Aint no fuckin' way)
Headed

towns, big dreams
We chase cows with them old ripped jeans
Shirt drenched, Gut Wrenched
Back of a bull, full adrenaline spent
No quit, fall down but we

the roadkill we pass by
My guts, wrenched across the backroad
I want to breathe in the Gas-Stenched Air!
Lying Battered, Beaten, and Bloody
Furious, starving

these voices be trusted
Cuz this is overwhelming
I'll stay in the blank space I call my home
All unknown

Falling
In this
Darkness
Gut Wrenched
Pale flesh

Gut wrenched chord inside
They scrambled up my mind
The air surrounds my shortened wings
I was born to fly?

Destined to crash
Falling so fast

Blue Sky Mine

Midnight Oil

The Real Thing

2000

Hey, hey-hey hey
There'll be food on the table tonight
Hey, hey, hey hey
There'll be pay in your pocket tonight

My gut is wrenched out it is

Blue Sky Mine

Midnight Oil

Blue Sky Mining

1990

Hey, hey-hey, hey
There'll be food on the table tonight
Hey, hey, hey, hey
There'll be pay in your pocket tonight

My gut is wrenched out it is

onto every score
Gut feels wrenched but I'm wanting more
God reality's a bore
Again, again it plays

Popping pills with an energy drink
Dry heaves into

the last time we spoke the phone went dead and my gut just wrenched in pain 
 she told me that she was getting into the car and going to where it never rains

Our guts are wrenched 
In the city of plea
Feed the tumor
Watch it grow
So high 
Any god above will know

Look in the horizon
I can't see the sun
Unholy

the ceiling
When you're hurled into choking down the LA blues
Now the touch is a crutch to avoid a certain sense of disaster
The guts that are wrenched are

couldn't know if I had my soul gone
It's a mount of crap I gotta sit on
Never clean that shit I'll let it build up
I feel my wrenched gut
I can't feel enough

cadaver erupts
With a curdling stench as its bowels starts to vent
The creaking anus ernits a stench so corrupt
Your guts will be wrenched 'til