I Don't Give A Shit About Wood, I'm Not A Chemist

Daughters

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They shaved off fourteen points for ugly
They dumbed down the structure like some amputee
A broken bible salesman going door to door selling mouthfuls of shit
Flowers spread across his teeth
Bloody palms imprisoned in his slacks
Shouting at size ten and a half feet

Remember when we were young?
(Ohh)
Well we're just like them now
(Ohh)
These choppers won't chew no more
(Ohh)
These knees won't bend no more
(Ohh)

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This face can't sell the words for sure
There are a million other birds from the sidewalk to ceiling to the cats who
Called the shots while I dipped in the finger tip sleep

Song details

Composition: Nicholas Andrew Sadler, Jonathan Syverson, Alexis Marshall, Pat Masterson, and Jeremy Wabiszczewicz

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