written by David Mullen
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scrape my memory with a fine tooth comb
your tiffany lampshade was red as your soul
i draw a ring out, you're affectedly shy
but coy with your furies
we'll rash within time
distribute your thunder, scorn til you're sore
spring from the blood/sugar been poured
unravel the riddle of serpent in sky
with your cauterized heart
as we gather more flies
(solo) (swearing, mumbling, grumbling, pissy fitting)
she fragrant tender, he spies and recedes
back to the serpent with his venom disease
one peep show beatnik drops in a dime
your mirror it stains as blurry as mine
we'll rash within time
time
time
You ask me what's with this obsession with time
we all have our lives, yours ain't so sublime
but I've had this clock goin' inside of my head
Countin' down moments til I'm gonna be dead
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