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    [Intro:]
    "You ain't shit man, your story's a joke
    You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope."

    [Bridge:]
    Stay awake little misfit
    Her lips wet a very particular mischief
    Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let
    Or settle for a warm, burgundy bubble out of her beak instead

    [Verse 1:]
    Hey, tequila to free the worm
    Had his liver scuba suit up on the Sabbath
    His personal pill rabbit
    At the hole's end her delicate mitten tipped
    For sticking pissy liquor in him every day at six
    Silly, predictability is a bitch
    Fully patterned, had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board
    She said, "This is less of a fixer-upper than my last bar."
    "Funny, you're less of a fixer-upper than my last whore."
    Crass is Similac to the milky with of today's youths
    Both chuckle out
    Next couple on the house
    Next couple on the couch
    Swapping social coma rants
    Phobias and soldier doubts, jokes and corporate mogul bans
    Motor-mouths
    The key to open his closure:
    Pussy plus yay; she hid in a broken toaster
    And later wake neighbors over chemical flavor to fuck sickly
    Tooth, nail beauty through the skin deep

    [Chorus:]
    An object at rest tends to remain at rest
    And an object in motion tends to remain in motion
    With the same speed... slow down
    With the same speed... slow down
    With the same speed... slow down
    And in the same direction
    Down... down... down...

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    [Verse 2:]
    Now the dizziness is similar to whimsy with a pretty twist
    If pretty is a bidding war for meteors of iffy sniff
    And cigarettes, and pills on a speaker
    Silhouetted by the muted television and the rickety Venetians
    Between tweaks, he sweeps at home depot and reads
    Mostly biblical, but not 'cause he believed
    But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly
    Feverishly sponged up the information high
    Fade into the cradle of his same deck train wreck
    She pet him with a mechanical tape deck play back
    Plus, the depressing sum of the two combined pay checks
    Stung less when little Debbie D-cup put her legs back
    Drunk, put her on the business-end of his favorite couplet from Corinthians
    Sunk into the comforts of a kid again
    Enough to share the stuff that truly interest him
    This is where the vision of a shiny, happy Christmas end
    Tipsy little princess wasn't listening, just yes-ing him
    The more she fed him "yes", the more he fed her fresh barbiturates
    Assuming it was them against the world into oblivion
    But he was just a stupid simian that her live with him

    [Chorus:]
    An object at rest tends to remain at rest
    And an object in motion tends to remain in motion
    With the same speed... slow down
    With the same speed... slow down
    With the same speed... slow down
    And in the same direction
    Down... down... down...

    [Verse 3:]
    Pirouetting madly on a mirror full of baggies
    In the valley of the irritable Aggie
    Any sincerity, miracles, or memory buried in the back-seat
    By the hazardous materials was seriously gasping
    Here he is in action trying to patch up the attraction
    Figured he would win her back if he act in a common passion
    Penned a couple chapters 'bout a sassy pair of magnets
    With a cottage on a hill and a picket fence and a marriage
    Never having gathered her rabid enthusiasm over language
    Was fashioned around the aspirin in his cabinets
    Asked her to read it expecting flattery after the fact
    This is an exact imitation of how she react:
    "You ain't shit man, your story's a joke
    You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope."
    Man she knows five chores, more coke, and all fours
    Said, "Leave me on the floor and leave the dope by the door."
    Bounced all shook up, she cook up aluminum
    Consuming every skull and crossbones in the room
    In under two minutes, he fuming with a flipped lid, stormed into the crib
    And found her body on the tiles like, "No she didn't! ", yes she did

    [Bridge:]
    Stay awake little misfit
    Her lips wet a very particular mischief
    Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let
    Or settle for a warm burgundy bubble out of her beak instead

    [Chorus:]
    An object at rest tends to remain at rest
    And an object in motion tends to remain in motion
    With the same speed... slow down
    With the same speed... slow down
    With the same speed... slow down
    And in the same direction
    Down... down... down...

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    Composición: Ian Bavitz

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