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a worse time than the last moment, own it We all know you don't know shit (no shit!) Me and Mike will straight write your obit And the obit goes like
raising the yoke I’ll write the obit And you can weep The world as we know it Died in its sleep You’ve seen a future Where less is more Sense of adventure
down to your knees But you be hella fond of it Writing sonnets on the consequences Coming up on 'em I'm a poet Cross stitching alphabets, your obit's
in the corn maze Or swamped in a court case, the obit's with your face Before your boss can say he's got another son Before your back receives so many
What we don't read in the obit Must have been an omit In my eyes On my hands and my knees Admitting my own self-defeat On sidewalks Lay our thoughts
comme suppresseur J'veux v'la les streams sur ''Successeur'' Le V, S14 gros sont les successeurs J'renvoie toute ces putes au lobi Obit, j'le manie comme
iceberg beyond limits Comic obit cosmic monolith My illusion craved Was alive but didn't feel it Comic obit cosmic monolith My illusion craved Was alive
Lights out with these cemetery dreams Hearing screams Shrieks; can't speak, yea Lonely poet, reading obits Knows he's roaming in this brimstone
obit "Hope he's happy where he's headed" It's a white rabbit, stranded satellite It's a parlor trick, stranded satellite I'm so full of shit,
Obit's Say he was a good man, you can't argue with that Not today you can't, not now you can't. In the media tent where they spin and they slant, They
bid yeah he played the game But it ended all the same, they never paid him for it But he couldn't do shit but read the obit's Till the "son-of-a-bitch"
off my wits Open the paper and read the obits If I'm not there I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed How do I know my
for a fairly decent afterlife The werewolf is coming The fact is most obits are mixed reviews Life is a lottery, a lotta people lose
Blah, blah, blah I don't wanna hear shit Medicals and miracles and all the obits We stay all day and leave all night Tell it like it is because we know
for me 'Cause you is not all of that with your fucked up haircut) I had a pet lizard, he never got an obit Fed him crickets, it was dead a fucking
obits Steve and David smiled and they left quite soon He wonders about that dream As he looks at the stars and the moon Sometimes he has a party for him
I only read the sports and the obits No shit, I've been playing all my life Got twenty three knives, color me dead or alive Read my rights
lonely secrets hidden from your view. Now we obit a different sun, for eternity ,doomed to tell no one.. Now we're lost you can't desguise, the river
Mama reads the obits from the city I live Just to see if I finally got some press I got no friends and a busted ride I wasted all my good wishes
a pop eyed big beaked pasty freak Coldly dishing out obit bits The scales of that frigid fish with teeth Flashing briefly There was audacity then Some
and I would say I have her eyes I can still smell the perfume of the woman down the block My mom searches the obits we wonder where you are Wonder if
obits Steve and David smiled and they left quite soon He wonders about that dream as he looks at the stars and the moon Sometimes he has a party for
my obit to say That a mark was made upon this day Color me set Ready for greatness Turn on the lights Push up the faders Fly Higher than the stars
happen Did he even say goodbye How's his mother Check the obit How’d he die Send me away Send me away Where you can’t find me And you can’t see me And you
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