Kringle

I've got that special disease
That knocks the shit out of me
'Cause when you break it you buy it, you own it
'Cause you get nothing for free

He got that special disease
He eats the scabs off my knees
I got a genicide hand on his forehead
But he got nothing on me

Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo ah ah oh
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He smokes the cigarette trees
He likes my hot ten and teas
He brings me flowers and candy and kringle
But that won't satisfy me

Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo ah ah oh
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Oo oo oo oo

I try to hate equally
They say that's missanthropy
'Cause when I want it I break it
I burn it, I own it
I have it, you'll see

Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo oo oo

Collecting things that I already own
I'm schizophrenic when I'm on the phone
I guess that's why I'm never alone
'Cause I am never myself

He wants to feed me the plastic from cereal
He puts the spoon in my mouth, and I choke
He pushes farther and farther and farther down
To stuff those things down my throat

Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo ah ah oh
Oo oo oo oo

I got that special disease
That knocks the shit outta me
'Cause when I break it
I buy it
I own it
I have it
I love it, you'll see
Oo oo