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Glamour so nakedly fascist Not a thing resembling what it seems And me so perfectly painless As we come to resemble what we need The fighting it ain't easy Though it is exactly what it seems It's the comedy that kills me 'Cause sometimes you say some things i mean The angels of Los Angles Are worn out from laughing, careening carelessly In the evenings behind the fruit stands They come to assemble what they need They buy bottles of desperation Reeking of sex so cruel and carelessly And these are just a few of your addictions But sometimes you say some things i mean The rat men accused me Of not liking their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt For days they argued In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt Considering the question In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt Finally they condemned me To their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt With glamour so nakedly fascist And that is exactly what i mean And me so perfectly painless And that is exactly what I mean I buy bottles of desperation Reeking of sex so crude and pointlessly And these are just a few of my addictions But sometimes i say just what you mean The rat men accused me Of not liking their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt For days they argued In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt Considering the question In their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their dirt Finally they condemned me To their garbage, their squeals and their stench and their!