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Pretty Little Flowers // Cuddles, Stat!

by Dandelion Massacre

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It's my soul It's my heart It's my path to build or rip apart And replant pretty little flowers So many pretty little flowers It's my flesh It's my eyes It's my breath to keep or monetize And join those pretty little flowers So many ugly pretty flowers And it means nothin' to you Ya got yer own thing to do And it means nothin' to me It's my mind It's my lips It's my love at yer finger tips It's my hate It's my lies It's my masturbation that made me go blind And it means nothin' to you Ya got yer own thing to do I hope it's beautiful and free This is the crash This the crash I, Death, it's time to sell myself & See how long I last It's my fire It's my stress It's my panic induced cigarette That I keep ashing on your flowers Then put it out on those same flowers It's deaf ears To my rage It's condescending replies when I say "I'm not a pretty little flower and I don't want your fucking flowers" Yeah that means nothin' to me I got my own thing to see I hope it means something to you
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It's time for bed love I've always loved the longing in your voice when you don't know what to do with me Happy and smitten No just baby sittin' Hold her til she falls asleep She'll fuck your heart, still losing teeth Pitter, patter, little feet Leaving your heart in agony Wake her and she'll start to scream Let's NEVER breed Baby won't you quit your cryin' Shake me til I'm dead Baby won't you quit your cryin' Shake me til I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead Phone vibration Masturbation give me reason to smile Thanks a million For the unplanned children Now they're jumping off bridges I wish I'd thought to burn I'm too short to reach the stove In ignorance away I go I'll never learn the pains of life Until I grow until I grow Stab wounds in the mattress pad A broken mirror A lover that decorates the walls of his heart so beautifully Fuck interior design Your cosmic gaze is meeting mine My heart beats like a wrecking ball That's pushing bricks out of the wall I'm pushing bricks out of the wall I'm pushing bricks I'm pushing bricks Baby won't you quit your cryin' Shake me til I'm dead Baby won't you quit your cryin' Shake me til I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead (let's never breed) I'm dead I'm dead (let's never breed) (Baby, won't you quit your cryin'?)

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released December 31, 2017

tevyn tayne - dub tub & vocals
phoebe M.D. - ukulele, vocals
tearle - guitar, banjo, synth stuff, vocals
mark oesau - trumpet, glockenspiel
eric green - mandolin, vocals

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