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Passing by a pigeon corpse
Puts a smile on my face
It's the beauty in the struggle
We can't all win the race

And I know we all can't make it
Maybe it's better that way
Cuz over population baby
Is standing in our way

If there's a god in heaven
I hope he chokes on his spit
That fills up his mouth
Like a lake we drink from it

My lips are cracked
They taste like resin
And yours are so sweet
Soft and beautiful
Like the corpses rotting in the street

Chewed a hole through my lip
Rolling on ecstasy
I really should lay off it
But it's got a hold of me

Serotonin's gone
From the night before
Now again I'm lonely
Watching you walk out the fucking door

Suicide Tuesday
And I wanna die
Cuz it's survival of the fittest
And the fittest it isn't I

So go on without me
You'll be better off that way
You deserve to be with someone
Who doesn't drink everyday


from This Machine Killed Woody Guthrie, released December 21, 2012


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