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Andrew Jackson Jihad
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Mental Health Waltz
Nobody knows everything, we know this to be true Everything is difficult except what's in front of you But it's complicated even under your nose Bullshit math equations, your highs and your lows
And your manic depression, it comes and it goes Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts And you're in fight or flight mode
How's the world so small when the world is so large? And what made the world? could i please speak to who's in charge Everything is real, but it's also just as fake From your daughter's birthday party to your grandmother's wake
And your manic depression, it comes and it goes Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts And you're in fight or flight You're in fight or flight You're in fight or flight mode
I tried to know which words to sing So many times And I tried to know which chord to play I tried to make it rhyme And i tried to find the key That all good songs are in And i tried to find the notes to make That great resounding din There's a bad man in everyone No matter who we are There's a rapist and a nazi Living in our tiny hearts Child pornographers and cannibals And politicians too There's someone in our head waiting to fucking strangle you
So here's to you, mrs. robinson People love you more, oh never-mind Oh never-mind In-fucking-fact, Mrs. Robinson The world doesn't care whether you live or die You live or die In-fucking-fact, Mrs. Robinson Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They probably hate to see your stupid face Your stupid face So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson You live in an unforgiving place
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.
For four fortnights I have fled from My fortress Foraging forests five footsteps in length Fortitude found within forty-ounce bottles Flowing like flies from your face From your face My neighborhood it's been filled brim With black cats And when I go driving they walk In my path Every time All the time
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying And then we were children, we're playing and crying And then we're teenagers, and smoking and drinking But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing And liking, malarking and licking our wounds We created the lusting and lying, to Ourselves And to others
We're sadly sighing We're sadly sighing We're sadly sighing We're sadly sighing
I'd like to be A big ball of meat That bees can buzz all around And eat When I die So I might be granted some sense of purpose.
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