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Tiramisu

from Playing Dead by Cannonball Statman

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FFF!!! LIFE!!!

Twenty fears seven
'cause seven eight nine;
everyone's afraid of
sixty-nine.

I'm afraid, like twenty-four seven;
I'm afraid all the time.
I spend all my time afraid;
when I'm with you, time stops.

I wanna move into your dimension;
will you break down your door for me?
I'm cold, bitter, jaded, and dry;
pick me up.

It gets pretty hectic around here,
in the place of wind;
in the place of what?
The bus station.

I'm in the corner,
drinking cheese and amaranth.
I'm so happy!
I'm a well of emotion!

I need coffee whiskey
and terminal disease; you need it!
Oh, please; dessicant! You need it!
It tastes so sweet! Kill me now!

Where is the bus station?
Does anybody know?
I wanna drink some gasoline
in this maze, the labyrinth.

We are the bus station,
we come and we go.
We are the bus station! What?
We come and we go.

We are the bus station! What?
We come and we go.
Some people wanna go everywhere;
they're gone.

We are the bridge jumpers.
We are the hot sauce;
we are a sauce made of heat!

What is this thing I'm eating?
This coffee sugar thing!
This coffee sugar sugar coffee sugar coffee coffee sugar thing!
Cold, bitter, jaded, and dry; like me!

We're not in fucking Kansas!
Am I, like, Kansas to you, motherfucker?!
Yeah, you are!

Kansas, to you, motherfucker?!
Am I, like, flyover country?!
That was a yes!

And I, like, like Kansas!
Kansas is, it's, like, a state!
Damn right it is!

I love you!
And you are the hot sauce; like,
how ya doin', hot sauce?!
How ya doin'?!

I love you!
And you are the hot sauce;
but hey!
Hey, guy!

Yeah, you!
With the cellular telephone sell smells
guy! Brain guy! With acid! Acid! Hey!

I got a question! Hey!
An authentically verifiable what? Real
what? Serious, question!

So, what? Life! What if I'm serious? Life!
Is that, like, a pariah thing?
That I do the serious,
and you do the hot sauce?

So, what? What?
Fuck it. Fuck what?
So, what fuck it? Fuck what?
Fuck it! Fuck it!

You! Fuck it!
Fuck the question! With your hand!
So what do we do?
Life! What do we do?

Life! What do we do for the dissonance?
Life! What do we do?
What do we do for the dissidents?
What do we do?!
Say,

"grow into those new chains;
cross the bridge, don't jump off.
Grow into those new chains;
keep on walking, don't trip.

Don't trip on your chains;
cross the bridge, don't jump off.
Grow into your chains;
don't fucking jump."

But I wanna! What?
I wanna! What? What?
I wanna! What?
I wanna! What?

Jump!
I got up.

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from Playing Dead, released December 15, 2017

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