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bones/past life
by Fran Morr
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Bleedin' from every orifice baby I'm dying
The memory fadin'
The oracle cryin'
Your office is full of horrible vibin'
I'm bleedin' your lyin'
The coroner in the corridor reportin' on a
Past life
Where did all the time go
Caught me doin' 90 in a different fuckin time zone
Beggin' for my time
Skeletons in closests always beggin' for what's mine
Bettin' I won't make it to another mornin' shining on a corner
With a brick
Ion' ever weigh it out
Don't even know what it is
What it was
A couple a friendly hugs
We sweepin under a rug
Freezing comin' down while the sun is comin up
They comin' to fuck me up
The matches are with the dutch
Dump gasoline on my Doc Martens
I'm too punk to be a punk
I got cartons full of calcium and cartilage
For cookies ima dunk
No runtz for the kid
Little fuckin' runt piss drunk in the kitchen
Till I Hate what I did
Bleedin' from every orifice baby I'm dying
The memory fadin'
The oracle cryin'
Your office is full of horrible vibin'
I'm bleedin' your lyin'
The coroner in the corridor reportin' on a
Past life
They could find it in my bone marrow
Spinal tap fluid flowin' faster then some fine wine
Like a 49er shootin for a goldmine
Like a bow and arrow shootin at a blimp
This is it
Probably hopeless
A million coping methods
A million hoaxes
Choked up bleedin' out the part where the coke is
Doped up pleadin' with some demons I been coaxing
Askin' about moses
Soakin' up the sun before psychosis
Peddle different stories to anyone who don't know it
They ain't none the wiser
A liar in the presence of a stranger ain't a liar
A pretense rooted in the innocence of campfire
Stories nothing gory
Just a lil boost of dopamine
It'll end in glory
If the serotonin pourin' by the end
Maybe then I could pretend
Bleedin' from every orifice baby I'm dying
The memory fadin'
The oracle cryin'
Your office is full of horrible vibin'
I'm bleedin' your lyin'
The coroner in the corridor reportin' on a
Past life
Bleedin' from every orifice baby I'm dying
The memory fadin'
The oracle cryin'
Your office is full of horrible vibin'
I'm bleedin' your lyin'
The coroner in the corridor reportin' on a
Past life
Where did all the time go
Caught me doin' 90 in a different fuckin time zone
Beggin' for my time
Skeletons in closests always beggin' for what's mine
Bettin' I won't make it to another mornin' shining on a corner
With a brick
Ion' ever weigh it out
Don't even know what it is
What it was
A couple a friendly hugs
We sweepin under a rug
Freezing comin' down while the sun is comin up
They comin' to fuck me up
The matches are with the dutch
Dump gasoline on my Doc Martens
I'm too punk to be a punk
I got cartons full of calcium and cartilage
For cookies ima dunk
No runtz for the kid
Little fuckin' runt piss drunk in the kitchen
Till I Hate what I did
Bleedin' from every orifice baby I'm dying
The memory fadin'
The oracle cryin'
Your office is full of horrible vibin'
I'm bleedin' your lyin'
The coroner in the corridor reportin' on a
Past life
They could find it in my bone marrow
Spinal tap fluid flowin' faster then some fine wine
Like a 49er shootin for a goldmine
Like a bow and arrow shootin at a blimp
This is it
Probably hopeless
A million coping methods
A million hoaxes
Choked up bleedin' out the part where the coke is
Doped up pleadin' with some demons I been coaxing
Askin' about moses
Soakin' up the sun before psychosis
Peddle different stories to anyone who don't know it
They ain't none the wiser
A liar in the presence of a stranger ain't a liar
A pretense rooted in the innocence of campfire
Stories nothing gory
Just a lil boost of dopamine
It'll end in glory
If the serotonin pourin' by the end
Maybe then I could pretend
Bleedin' from every orifice baby I'm dying
The memory fadin'
The oracle cryin'
Your office is full of horrible vibin'
I'm bleedin' your lyin'
The coroner in the corridor reportin' on a
Past life
