BLACK AND MILD

Lyrics

I'm worried, can you check my cell for me? I don't know if i can still push on She saw me in the mattress firm yesterday And i'm spending all next weekend burning coupons But then (my particles, my particles, my particles) Will end again for all of you for all of you And when (my particles, my particles, my particles) You might be happy to pay your dues, to pay your dues Put your arm in the oven and scalp your worries away The man in the white marble chair told me so, told me so Everything's ok when your ribs are in my hands I'll snap a bit off for me and then you're good to go She finds it hard to believe that you are dying The maggots in your thighs all feeding on your cut wounds But knowing you, you're probably surviving Although you haven't squeezed out what they shot in your womb That brick wall in the comedy club does not make any sound The cold sting of norwegian winds, i need tape on my face right now 808 bass in my heart will make my ego split in five Who knew who knew Poor you poor you poor you