Beaten Back To Pure

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Beaten Back To Pure


Wheelchair drawn chariot 
Marking time near the sun 
Earthworms laughter 
Under wood I carve fingers on.. 

Kicking back with the shakes 
Face down in the snow 
Insane from drinking 
Wash my hands off you 

Like a whore in a candy store 
Touch whatever's within reach 
Six times more filling than you rmouth of rotten teeth 
Find myself cheering for your abuse 
Like I'm ringside behind close doors 
With a press hat and cigarette 
Boys run from the cockeyed girl 

Held down by your dreams 
Delusions of self sufficiency 
I've seen what's wrong with you 
You're a fuckin' junkie with a record for christsakes 
Nobody wants a crackwhore dipping her cock soaked hand in the till 
Thought nobody would notice, didn't you? 
Well I fucking did..