kill the cats burn the witches

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A thumb tack in the shaking of our hands and I know if you want it you've got it
you've got a mouth like an oil tanker leaking out on an open sea of garlic knots
quit painting pictures in chapter books for an illiterate son
when he's got to know he's got to know, he's got books on tape
when their bodies are cold don't you feel left out
3,000 nazis at home eating sauerkraut
you're safe as long as they've got bread
you're back porch is painted red outlining the discrepancy inside of your own head
I strapped a bomb to city hall to watch piggies fly and piggies fall
And all the words inside my head called in sick to work from their tempurpedic beds
It could be our calling to arms and legs
Our posture was the color of sand
Calling marmalade jelly to it's face is just the price i pay for listening to store brands
This cavalcade runs out of space
you kick your grandma out of the cattle car counting 1 for the time she counted out dimes in the checkout line
her casket was a dollar fifty only if you don't shipping and handling

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from Old Shelves, track released October 1, 2011

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