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Pinhead Gunpowder Compulsive Disclosure

Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like

Don't look back on your lost Days of burning down the ground From where you stand Don't count out on your back The ashes of your last Destroyed heirloom

Oh, what a tiny boy A little tiny boy A big lifestyle change for me He keeps us very busy Oh, what a child he is He says the smartest things Of all the

At your funeral Things will be different I will feel so good I'll pass out cigars Bring a big ol' cake And a keg, yes! I can hardly, I can hardly wait

This girl at another table Started singing "Danny Boy" And staring at me With a mischevous grin Drawing me in with her eyes And then she held me there

Cold floors, landlords Knocking knocking should we let him in Should we lock the door + throw away the key What should we hide first? Should we Throw

Don't look back on your lost Days of burning down the ground From where you stand Don't count out on your back The ashes of your last Destroyed heirloom

I don't wanna write I just wanna drink all night HEY! HEY! another day starts a new Waste half of the that one too On the porch with Paddy HEY! HEY!