what’s it to you, john? angel that i knew this house is made of bricks, the wolves are astir; no thanks to the dog that bites what i prefer ain’t doing any math time to write a song—you withhold your love, but I’m building up to it, see, when we get there we’ll be strong. this is all about prayer going out into the bulk - resonating on the inside, making its way through and through. information goes in my back—i process it through and through; it’s not all bad my love is not all bad; he loves what he can screw;
“labs, doll, are due,” and i’m in the shower, trying not to curse—wake me up, hot water; take it in the butt don’t talk to me that way—i’ll screw you up into a ball; my love will do anything, she’s worse than a blond. i signal to my creator, lo and behold, i’m asking for a pardon, long as my nose.
i don’t know what you thought was going to happen; belt it out in droves. changes are taking place; “who, exactly, am i talking to?” speaking in unison, life between the lines; kiss me, sweetheart i am trans making double my worth—extension to heaven; alien life: life after death. i know you don’t believe it—but let’s face it—we don’t speak of alien life; ”don’t charge me for the poontang,” get pregnant in a blip—so worried about getting pregnant can’t do it at all mother everybody—my back’s against the wall.
going down the hatch all of this for nothing
“Dr. Pepper in the sack,” low down she-male
this sucker thinks he’s going to be king,
work an all-nighter—step off the scale
i was writing a book about Jesus Christ
what is it? do tell: a brainwashing scheme;
gaslight the kids—they’re flexible and diced,
don’t tell me, then, to put the i in team
cowboy desperado—listening to his song
thinking that God called and pushed him
to the brink; make it up to you all along,
His cup, after that, ran over the brim
worried about my teeth go to the gym
you must be out of your amended mind
I would advise you to remember Him
this all goes as planned; think what we’ll find
man on the mountain, set in his ways;
come down to the hills preach to the choir
you die a little when you lose track of days
stumble, don’t you, into tabernacle fire
a war of words leading up to their fist
worried about my teeth and his argument
if i didn’t know better, then I’d be pissed,
i come from the future this world is bent
love me in his stead—while you’re away
don’t tell him anything—if he’s the one;
Satan spiral coming; tell me your gay
just as i predicted, flop until you’re done
white man i convicted i don’t want to know
nothing’s happened yet, rotten to the core
lady love: it is the life: now it’s time to go
i thought, if i stayed, i could do a little more