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here's to the one with the smoking stare running through my head with a bolo knife chopping up the threads made up from looms of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes eyes killer cold and black and bare freaky little tooth hanging solo sucking at the walls like a rolo now making a cocoon where my brain fits i wanna go back i wanna go back i wanna go back with a club and attack i wanna take to my guns and break you i gotta make my little foe take his own i wanna go back i wanna go back i wanna go back with a club and attack i wanna take to my guns and break you i gotta make my little foe take his own i'm overgrown with a yellow mould just fizzing drones in a hollow dome my funny nose dripping little groans i'm so so cold in the marrow of my bones i look at you as you take a snooze your skinny lips dripping rabid goo i lift your chin and i grin at you as you come to man i'm running round your head with a bolo knife i'm gonna go back i'm gonna go back i'm gonna go back to a face no more mask i was in full bloom until i met you i'm gonna shake my fetters i'm breaking loose i'm gonna go back i'm gonna go back i'm gonna go back to a face no more mask i was in full bloom until i met you i'm gonna shake my fetters i'm breaking loose i'm gonna go back i'm gonna go back i'm gonna go back to a face no more mask i was in full bloom until i met you i'm gonna shake my fetters i'm breaking loose