Said it all once
Why say it again
You stay with the ticket
Hold it with the hole in your pocket
And the pocket falls through
Everything you want
Coming back for you
Stole it all once
I’m still selling it
Smiling in the photo
Always knowing
Eyes love the barrel and the barrel loves me
Life’s in the loom
Unravel for me
You
Are the hell
That I made
For myself
I said you
Are the hell
That I made
For myself
In that junk space
Oh I’m the junk god
I tie that loose end
Up with a rubber glove
And in a junk space
Oh I’m the junk god
I tie a loose end
Up with a rubber glove
If want me too
Then I’m so in love
I’m a zip tie
I’m a turtle dove
If you want me to
I would call them up
Just to see them all for myself
Eyes love the barrel and the barrel loves me
Cut em all down
Tell them it’s for free
Foot loves the pedal pushing down to feel speed
Cut em all down tell em it’s for free
Cut em all down saying what is it for me
Cut em all down tell em it’s for free
Cut em all down saying what is it to me
Because You
(You)
Are the hell
(Are the hell)
That I made
(That I made)
For myself
(For myself)
I said you
Are the hell
(Are the hell)
That I made
(That I made)
For myself
In that junk space
I’m a junk god
I tie a loose end
Up with a rubber glove
And in that junk space
I’m that junk god
I tie a loose end up
With a rubber glove
You want me too
I’m so in love
Zip tie
Turtle dove
Want me to
Call them up
Just to see them all for myself
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