Bastardly fashioned, dastardly lashings / Beat 'till I'm blue, smile actually passive/ Masochist tailored, factually addict/ Spawned coke residue, laughably tragic/ Monkey on my back is savagely rabid/ Smile, smile, smile passably manic/ Pop another pill again, conjure up my will again/ My debt crowd the net like middle of Wimbledon/ Feels like I've spat every bit of the phlegm in him/ Hell if I leave, they'll be brimming with ten of him/ Sour grapes, wine, and cheese/ Can we just get back to the rhyming please/ Can I just buy back the time in threes/ Or have I beguiled time to leave/ Catharsis on the way, then I don't know/ Like what in the hell should I go on for/ M-Seven-M to the solo shows/ I wonder where the hell the good promo goes/ Starting at these pictures, like history changes/ Staring at these pictures like they're visibly tainted/ Mountains into mole hills, memories languish/ And here's another verse that made misery famous/ When I say Pity You Say Party/ Now when I say Pity You say Party/
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