Dust the cobwebs off my pickled cortex
Shake the rust from between my ears
Grease the creases between my eyelids
Give me a kick to start these gears
This smoke won’t kill me
Neither will the next
Fill me up with fluids
Then wring me out to dry
Use my body like a mop
Until the day I die
I’ve got a brand new ache
some random pains
I've got an itchy tickle
Deep inside my brains
I feel like I got punched so hard
I can scarcely draw my breath
Fill me up with fluids
Then wring me out to dry
Use my body like a mop
Until the day I die
I dreamt a dream of you again
It felt like real life
Except you weren’t my brother
But someone else’s wife
supported by 4 fans who also own “rainbow machine”
my friend introduced me to this album through the song "toxic masculinity". it was such a pleasure playing them on the radio, and being able to experience this album! greenmanion
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