Issue No 136 This City Lyrics

You motherfuckers have been
Hiding in your tusk too long
Hand over math, branding your teeth
He often knew Antoness, the morning bus
You'll never see
You can not feel better while
This shit's inside of you
You can not tie your arms and legs
Without receiving some bruise

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Undone
To be untied
To unkind
Unkindly fired

Dust in your corner
You've been hiding behind your desk too long
The other son is rolling eyes
Just waking up one night full of drinking desires
You won't be there to make it
The less is at four time
This is the only break you get
From your own remaining life
When you're

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