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My heart's a bleeding cockroach My brain's a bowl of worms My leg's strapped to the ceiling My thoughts are melting firm We were leaving, we don't wanna hurt 'em But why's it so hard to get the garbage man? Humbahdigduh Humbahdigidigi My toes reek constipated My hand's a skillful mess My ear tapped to the ceiling Your face could use a bag From Letras Mania