He wakes himself up with a monkey wrench, straightensout his spine,
he does it all the time, everytime.
no matter how hard he may scrub, he's just rubbing it in.
he washes his hair with a bar of soap, but it doesntget it clean.
its like a smack in the face, or a shot in the arm,
he doesnt appear but he doesnt do any harm.
he'd rather just sustain in his comfortable routine,
his comfortable routine and a mad magazinechorus:
he's got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin strechedacross his bones.
theres nothing worse than being in a crowded room,
and feeling all alone
he's got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin strechedacross his bones.
theres nothing worse than being in a crowded room,
and feeling all alonesits on the curb from dusk till dawn,
he's peeling offhis core,
ripped up and tornits better living through chemistry,
its an escape, its a vulnerability,
and then the twilight comes
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