Carcosa - k** Me lyrics

[Verse 1] She's in dreamland for keeps Countin' each sheep as they leap from the sodden ground, ashes beneath (Six, six, six) inches in deep Same as the distance you speak Same as the age when they turned the lights off, and you'd sit there and eat I think, maybe I oughta to start over So I grab a fresh sheet, and I drink till I f**in' forget the last weak Till I forget last week f** it, I'm weak (Get down) From the hill now that's too step Bump up the pills that I eat So the next time that I blink I become number than the gums Of a certain someone that I'm still strugglin' not to be I keep rememberin' that the meek shall inherit sweet f**-all f** off [Hook] Move on, she's gone I'm off, so long I'm packin' my bags, and I'm draggin' my name through the dirt I will never be clean Move on, she's gone I'm off, so long She told me to save my f**in' breath (k** me) Oh god please, don't save the queen (k** me) These are the things that k** me k** me These are the things that k** me k** me [Verse 2] Sideline, sittin' for what seems a f**in' lifetime Sirens, shinin' on the New York City skyline Frightened, tryin' to keep my heartbeat from risin' Flyin', purrin', turnin' p**ycat from lion Tryin' to find any kind of evidence To prove that design is somethin' that's intelligent Born a Methodist, I made a f**in' mess of it Manically depressed, I guess it's safe to stay a pessimist 100K a year to show up at my f**in' desk and sit Not still, I got attention deficit An obsession with the New World Disorder I'm tortured; I'm findin' solace in my medicines A recluse with tattoos whose sole use ain't to shoot back I'm ammunition for the culture war Holdin' torches to your textbooks To look, not to burn; yes, to learn to make s** hurt [Hook] Move on, she's gone I'm off, so long k** me k** me Move on, she's gone I'm off, so long k** me k** me [Verse 3] Pogo stick ‘em in the motherf**in' air (everybody get down) Real deal, b**h, Evander Holyfield (don't you f**in' move) Listen, if not, it's off with your ear Van Gogh view the sea, and see that you will disappear A pair of cashiers, overhearin' their prayers “You cannot hurt me ‘cause god is with me here” I lean down so that I can taste both of their tears (On and on, and on and on) Where's your f**in' god now? I ask that b**h where the f** is he now? Gone (On and on, and on and on) Open your mouth Where is your f**in' god? I ask that b**h where the f** is he now?