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The Random Rooster EP(All songs are written by Winston Campbell, Jr. except where specified)--- (instrumental) --- you don't know how much it hurts i should know you don't get what you can't have and yet you laugh well it's not funny not anymore you are blind that's what i think but what do i know i'll just sit here and like the fool i'll just sit here you don't see you never have and you never will behind these eyes they hurt for you but it's okay it's okay --- (instrumental) --- none whatsoever will eat you alive (instrumental) --- well you walked in the room hands down in your pocket saying "i'm leaving this mess today" and while i began to cry began to feel you leaving this mess of mutilated cow head the rooster's coming home to roost now and the world isn't as beautiful as you and i can't you feel it as you caressed my broken and hardened face on the red meat cutter silvery grey it's slice with delicate fury the meat we share today the meat that keeps the passion alive great mutilated cow head divorce our feelings and throw me away and all i ever wanted was for this head to stay stay with us forever and i saw you walk out the front door head high up to the clouds up to the sky smiling as the rain fell fall on your perfect face washing away the blood and the stains of mutilated cow head and the rooster has finally found his place here and the world isn't as precious as you and i can't you feel it --- (instrumental) --- seminole indians came to the earth a million miles ago but they never had nothing to chaffe for it they never had anything to show left him on the altar she did not faltor looked in her eyes he saw all the lies he was a broken man with a broken hand a broken man with a broken hand kicked him in the eye he started to cry he felt her broken he was not mispoken he was a broken man with a broken hand... left him on the altar she did not falter he just fell went down to hell he was a broken man with a broken hand... say what you will about the will of man when he lives up to the promise you know this is the way it goes, you know this is how it happens left him on the altar she did not faltar she started to cry he wanted to die he was a broken man with a broken hand... --- suicide is the only viable option at this point in my life i am so alone alone in a world that doesn't accept for who i am i am so alone alone in the world that doesn't accept me for what i am and here i am sitting alone in the rain this is my last breath this is my last time before i get out the razor blade and start slitting the wrist watch the blood boil down my wrist yeah, i'm serious this is it this is the end the end of my life vagina |
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