El Raccoon - Drastic Odd | Текст песни

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• El Raccoon
• Drastic Odd

Alarmed, I sink in – but I'm not sure why pussy's ink is the ire of a fist.
I see eyes are windows to the socket and oh my how they stare.
Picket lines will stick all pockets until a conscience is bare.
And oh, an audience is a parasite, stuck on an ego, held to suck it so tight.
Like the escape artist who finds himself trapped, you're infamous – yeah, you're an infamous rat.
Jack had balls and shit, eyed a risk, he said
“I like my whores how I like my whiskey, bottled”.
Dreamer fell a seller and wrote me;
'Here, mon frére, where's my belle?
Think Helen Keller without the bullshit, fair?'
I'd have your delusions but they look well worn, a sheer over stir from your drastic odd horn.
The 'lion' masquerades, he's a pussy cat.

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