Well it’s the words that consume me
It’s the taste that you can’t shake
Well Lack, Fonzie, Surrender
He seized everything – but the day.
Become everything unhuman.
Words, Knives, Replicas of lives..
Well fiends sell lullabies
Watch them grow and triple in their size
It’s the taste that you can’t shake.
Go and feed him all that he can take
And now the beasts have all been run
Around your neck the shame is hung
Now you’re mad, ‘cause nobody told you.
It disappears yet it sits there beside you..
Oh Huxtable won’t you put up a fight.
Huxtable is going out tonight
He’s void of contribution
Around his neck the shame is hung
And yet I am understanding
I am everything under the sun
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