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Kilgore Smudge - Fridgafloor lyrics
Wrap my head in cellophane And place it in my Kenmore Maybe when we're not so full We can eat it all by four Thoughts drip out from the ears And fall into my open beer Penetrate the hardwood floors And fester there forevermore Evermore Don't close that door I'm in your floor Evermore Everything here that you see Is right here in front of me Wipe your feet before my head And think no thoughts before I'm dead My plastic body's wrapped in chains Confuse the thoughts inside my brain Even though I was told When I was born they broke the mold Broke the mold Can't get a hold Of what I control Broke the mold When will the play of words begin The angry crowd protests with murder Naked meat enters stage left She begins a speech and the men get a hard-on Tears come to eyes But men with muscles cannot cry Words slur to sighs Placed in the fridge before she dies Tears come to eyes But men with muscles cannot cry Words slur to sighs Placed in the fridge before she dies If it's not me that you see I doubt very much that'll ever be A man who thinks much more Don't be afraid. I'm in your floor In your floor Don't close that door I'm in your floor Evermore |
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