1. |
bowl of milk
04:08
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stack your wood
in the fireplace
warm your house
your house so warm
stack your wood
and stare out into the storm
trace the stain
on your window pane
in the shape
of my nose
trace the stain
and stare into the storm
you won’t see me
you won’t see me
but i see i see i see
you leave a bowl
of milk
on the windowsill
and that helps you sleep tonight
i breathe
the smoke
of your fire
i breathe
i dream
i dream, i dream
of your life
and i choke
so i eat
your housecat alive
fuck your peaceful protest
fuck your gay parade
fuck your ivory tower
fuck your powdered sugar problems
your mean words cut me
your mall cops hunt me
your chasers fuck me
my face is bloody
wind hail rage howl
my hands are raw
my mind is gone
i am blinded by the sleet
i cannot see another day ahead of me
while you sip your chocolate
i stare down from the skylight
the wind it cuts my back
the firelight cuts my face
am i being forged
or am i being tamed
fuck your peaceful protest
fuck your gay parade
fuck your ivory tower
fuck your powdered sugar problems
your mean words cut me
your mall cops hunt me
your chasers fuck me
your cameras love me
wind hail rage howl
powdered sugar haunts me
i dream of morning coffee
but the old men with soft skin
say i can’t come in
but now i dream of children
i dream of retirement
and grand children
who will know of no
monsters like me
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2. |
snips & snails
03:36
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i don’t wanna be pretty you can’t make me be
i’m a wild bog monster my own blood in my teeth
beautiful beyond beautify ya i am the grotesque
do not call me a woman i’m the bog princess
bog princess don’t die ever i don’t die ever
i’m not fabulous, bitch, i’m not fierce i’m not brave
not a goddamn queen, not a happy fucking gay
i am snips i am snails, severed puppy dog tails
and i remember every cut and y’all can suck my cunt
suck my i don’t die ever i don’t die ever
so what i fight without honor i got nobody’s back
i’m that cold rain falling on your rainbow flag
cast no pearls before me i will never call you back
let’s be clear about this baby you’re a chaser i’m a trap
ya i’m a tranny and a faggot and a pervert and a creep
my gender is the maggot eats your children in their sleep
i’m a coward and a bully and a pathologic liar
i’m a flaming bag of shit ya i’m a fucking trash fire
fucking trash fire don’t die ever i don’t die ever
i will stab you in the back if you try to be my friend
and i’ll beg for your forgiveness and i’ll do it all again
i’m a narc and a scab a vindictive little bitch
but i live without remorse you made me
like this i don’t die ever i don't die ever
ya i’m that yellowstone grizzly with a taste for human flesh
you should kill me baby if i give you the chance
cave my head in with a shovel dump my body in a lake
but i come back every bashing i’m an undead babe
my soul is a monster that no hormone shots cure
that no scalpel can reverse but i am pure i am pure
beautiful beyond beauty yes i am the grotesque
do not call me a woman i’m the bog princess
my hair has turned to splinters my blood has turned to brine
but like a stench in the swamp i will rise
queers never die
queers never die
queers never die
queers never die
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3. |
nevada self care
03:42
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when the money runs out
like a desperate girl
i am calm, my cup is empty
and i fill my lungs with emptiness
set two thin wheels down on the pavement
and slip my toes into the cages
and i think of “nevada”
and i think of maria
flying over the williamsburg bridge
i should be flying off the
red golden gate
the only way of feeling better’s
doing worse when i can do better
and i can try some actual self care
claw my way out of this
but let’s just not and say we did
i am such a good boy
i am so responsible
i am such a patient boy
every polite laugh
every saved face [saved face]
every cheek turned
every respect paid
responsibility has been crushing me
like a hug that’s gone
on too long
it cracks my
ribs like wishbones
the only way of feeling better’s
doing worse when i can do better
and i can try some actual self love
fuck my way out of this
but let’s just not and say we did
moving is much better than screaming:
everything sucks and i am totally sad
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
so i reach out a finger
and i stroke a fiberglass
minivan fender [oh oh]
like swimming with whales
beautiful and clumsy
the driver belts a slur
i dodge deep into traffic
just the cars and me
a fish
the sharks and the sea
the only way of feeling better
is doing worse when i could do better
and i could try some actual self harm
and cut my way out of this
let’s just not and say we did
good boys no more
good boys no more
keep those pedals turning keep your bridges burning
keep those pedals turning keep your bridges burning
keep those pedals turning keep your bridges burning
keep those pedals turning
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4. |
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contoured by an orange light
shaking in an empty bed
curled up like a folding knife
on the days that the sun turns red
you’re tired of fighting the good fight
just take your own advice
please just take your own advice, girl
please just take your own advice
press your teeth into a pillow
as if it was my shoulder
whisper my words
"there’s my girl there’s my girl"
keep your eyes ahead
your feet on the floor
don’t go black, don't look back
don’t go black
on the days that the sun turns red
just take your own advice
please just take your own advice, girl
please just take your own advice
break up a piece of bread
push it between your teeth
fill up a tall glass
water your dirt beneath
fold your pocket knife back in your pocket
set down what loads you can
close your fingers around your own wrist
like taking my phantom hand
on the days that the sun turns red
just take your own advice
please just take your own advice, girl
please just take your own advice
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5. |
prety bb
02:48
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pretty baby, pretty bae
love how you feel between my legs
you are the sky, you are the trees
you are everything a goblin needs
if i buy you a new chain
change out your weary gears
will you take me away take me away
take me away from here
pretty baby, pretty bae
pretty baby, pretty bae
you are the trees, you are the sky
won't you hold my hand tonight
if i flush your radiator
ream the jets of your carburetor
will you come alive, will you save my life
will you crush my enemies
will you crush my enemies
will you crush my enemies
will you grind them into pulp
on the burning asphalt
tell me it's not my fault
pretty baby, pretty bae
love how you feel between my legs
you are everything that a goblin needs
everything everything
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6. |
never b good
02:35
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u will never b good
u will never b good
u will never b good never b good
if i was easy
you’d b lucky 2 b w/ me
lucky 2 b luuucky 2 b w/ me
but u will never b good
u will never b good
u will never b good enuf
4 me
i’m 2 good 4 u
i’m 2 good 4 u
i’m 2 good 4 u
i’m 2 good 4 u
i’m a 10 n u r trash
u want head n i need cash
but the fact my ass is trans
i’m lucky 2 evn have
uuuuuuuuu uh uh uh
uuuuuuuuuuu uh uh uh
this world will never b good
2 grrls like me
so u will never b good
u will never b good
u will never b good
2 meeeeeee uh uh uh
2 meeeeee uh uh uh
2 meeeeeeee uh uh uh
2 me.
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