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Once in a while, it's like I'm back at the corner store9 years old, and a mouthful of glassy sugarwhich cut my tongue, showed the blood to all my friendsit tasted so good, chewed holes thru my mouth, holes thru my mouthNowadays, nowadays, nowadays, I know better than to eat their filthI'm a whole new man, on a wholesome organic local vegan dietLast year I met a 40 year old man named Ramon in a barAnd I did cocaine with him in the bathroom of that barI cut my nose, got a bloody nose, I'm tellin' all my friendsTellin' all my friendsEdge of the train platform, starin' at the rail, casually inches from deathScared of the knife, scared of the open window, scared of my own potentialOblivious to the asbestos, oblivious to plastics 3, 5 and 7, casually inches from deathMy body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my peopleSpread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my bodyMy body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my peopleSpread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my bodyMy body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my peopleSpread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my bodyCheck out the phone, check out the phone I haveLetras de cancionesIt's a Congolese corpseThe white noise from my network washes out all the sounds of a civil war (civil war)But I'm tryin' hard babyI cut back on my killsBut sometimes let the horsebones slip back into my sugarpillsI could draw lines in the sand but the tide washes high in the full moonWhere you hide your corpses - in your car? In your lunch? At your job? In your shoes? Cuz..I know everybody's got a Sweet ToothI know everybody's got a Sweet ToothOnce in a while, I see I'm back at the corner storeBrowsin' the aisles of delicious filthSwishin' the sugary blood round my mouth, a willingly ignorant blissI'm a part of a whole, that's no better than thisSilly boy don't be so seriousDon't be such a such a sucha grumpalumpalumpYou'll drive yourself into the looney binAnd don't let that 'stache grow Che Guevarra bushyI'll trim it in your sleep, make it John Waters thin'Cause if you think that consumption's the plagueYou better get vaccinatedSmoke the summer cigarettesAnd eat sour patch kids'Cause even your soy shield's got blood on itAnd some of those corpses that you champion,would reanimate like zombies on HalloweenAnd to the sound of a Vicent Price monster poemSavor your sugary blood From Letras Mania