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A Lot Like Birds

Sesame Street Is No Place For Me

 

Sesame Street Is No Place For Me

(Album: Conversation Piece - 2011)


You commie-loving, death-counting tally-keeping delinquent.
I love the way you suck me in. It's my favorite form of sin.
And all this nonsense banter it's like I'm talking to an infant.
I made the best mistake I could make.
I've thought of worse before but this takes the cake.
So you're getting over me by getting under other people?
Adding insult to injury: what do they equal?
Did you pray to God to fall out of love with me?
Cause I do the same but in a different way.
I ruined every holiday and hated every game you play.
Your wish came true, now you're true blue.
You're such a debutante, dilettante, miles of skin to flaunt.
You will get what you want.
And now you hang out around with the coolest cats I've met.
You sold away what's left within and left me with the mess that I've been in.
A wishing well, a witch's spell: oh, the things that you will need
If your convoluted delusions of grandeur ever will succeed.
What'd you do; fall on another accident?
I'd rather hang from a fucking ceiling fan.
I can tell you think you're happy but the audience is never clapping.
Years ago, they might've loved you. You should have never let them touch you.
Now they've cut you down into a film to snuff you.
There's no mask that you can wear if you've got no face to wear it on.
Let's play bow and arrow with each other using tongues!
Release our syllables and calculate who's won.
We all dream we'll have it all one day.
So count your beauty marks weighed next to your scars.
No matter the victor, we're happy every wound is ours.

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