Yeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum doloris
Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace
But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes
But baby, I won't joke with you
My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust
But the Romans are gone, they changed their name because they lost
She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic
Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic
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Like this
And this
I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avuncular
And when my monkey is jumping I got no time for making up for her
I fantasize about the hospital The army, asylum, confinement, in prison
Any place where there's a time to clear my vision
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Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
(cante sem tocar)
I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for me
I've got the wit of the stickers with atomic clock precision
And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions like this
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Just like that Black Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice
Now state the same damn thing with the violin!
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