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Get sick a little
get sick a little—call it experience;
think of the double-take the buddha
makes when he sees you hating
on parts of yourself;
comes out when you’re drunk
who would have thunk
you’d be making music
without his help;
when all you can see is vitriol
and rage, then, you can be certain,
you’ll be booed off the stage;
but, hey, you’ll come out on top
stronger than most for eating
all that slop; get back on track
get sick a little—call it experience;
think of the double-take the buddha
makes when he sees you hating
on parts of yourself;
well, you look clueless and angry
a product of the times
bedevil his racism and himself,
you must wait for him to grow out
cruel hearted love - cruel
hearted lover, only one of us,
when this all goes to heck,
is going, sadly, to survive
i shan’t pierce my lord’s side
with vinegar and ash,
he’s having trouble breathing,
where did you hide your stash?
get sick a little—call it experience;
think of the double-take the buddha
makes when he sees you hating
on parts of yourself;
Tell me, am i going to heaven?
my attorney-general is asleep at
the wheel; i can’t communicate
exactly how, for now, I’m sure
to feel; change the tempo, darling
you’ve no idea what i think
the man on the mountain protects
his wondrous queen:
revisionist history is obscene
Now, what i should’ve been doing
all this time, is what i’ve recovered,
and, for that, I am fine