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Screeching Weasel My Brain Hurts

Don't turn out the lights tonight I need a can of Raid Ants will crawl inside my ears and nibble on my brain There's something by the window and it wants

Time gets wasted every day I watch the minutes tick away My brain is melting like a chocolate ice cream bar Like characters on TV these people look like

There isn't destiny The way things go I don't think so The changes that alter us Are a product of our own volition And we become what we hate It's not

Don't turn out the lights tonight I need a can of Raid Ants will crawl inside my ears and nibble on my brain There's something by the window and it wants

I was hanging out at the show feeling like a fat potato I don't know what I'm doing here I saw her at the door and she looked as bored as me so I got

I just know your name but still just the same I see you in my dreams at night I see you in my food when I eat I see your pretty mug I think that I'm

open my yap and make you feel like crap and I think you oughtta kick me out on my ass cause I'm tired of making you cry Why do you put up with my crybaby

read art of loving by erich fromme she made enchiladas for me man i won't takeadvantage of her and i won't even ask her to book my band kamala's too nice

If you've ever question beliefs that you hold you're not alone But you oughtta realize that every myth is a metaphor in the case of Christianity and