You're going through phases
Are you some kind of man or a moon
Either way, these here boots
They're gonna walk all over you
It's all true, isn't it
There's no real altruism, kid
It's just a new set of clothes
On the same old selfishness
Cold piss
Out, walking the street
Looking for these alleged elegant truths
It's just me lonely me
And the other relevant dudes
Arrogant enough to believe
This is developing news
I exist just as a fish
Stuck with the pelican blues
Hot deuce
Here it goes again
I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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I hear you took it to another level
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Tonight I'm crying for a baby
Who's never going to be born
My authentic self was aborted
At the age of four
You know I'll always be a junkie
You see me spread across the floor
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 angels
Don't come around no more
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna cry
I'm not gonna cry
Thinking about that baby
But I'm gonna die
I'll die if I don't try
Try to bring that man to life
But what of the cla**ic contest
Content versus Context
They have a fight
Context wins
Con men contact Content's next of kin,
Saying "I'm looking for your least-feminine lesbian
We're gonna pump her so full of bovine estrogen
She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline
But no one knows, cause I sh** on some Mexicans"
Hot deuce