Sour Apple March

Album cover art for "Sour Apple March" by Tex Patrello

Tex Patrello - Pop

Sour Apple March

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Big butt Betty he could crush you when he doesn't fall Then they'll see that you've the prettiest guts of all Rip me ope me Stick and choke me Muddy bloody big brown toes That's my portrait But I drew the feet that bore it Dimwit dilly if she thinks you're just a babe Goliath lift the punch bowl off of David Rabe I love Chaddy Tease his sharpie write him daddy Kiss this candy for your mouth Mmm green apple Think that's pretty? She's a fucking chapel Curdled milk Ferment tea All my friends and foes wanna die Ain't we all dying??? Moldy coffee I keep coughing Why does everyone wanna fuck Another fucking fool And why are you touching her Why are you bumping her Why are you humping her sir Something borrowed Something blue An old friend died A new one too And we were born on the very same day I wish I would've told her before she went away She picked the dead bird up off the ground And he came out with his pants half down These are things I see Like on his little tv When I hid the meat I picked out of my teeth Now she'll never know We grew at the same time Now I'm left alone Still our stars align Our stars align They'll always align And you're the pineapple of my eye The apple of my chest The juice box in my mind It's time She did whatever she wanted Cause she was gonna die Then again so am i She just wants To be seen Pick the bird up cause a scene Rosy cheeks Sticky eyes Bullet mind You are not so wise

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