I can't take the straps off this wire wicker casket where I live
No love forever, you know, I'm not who I want I wish I could be
Suspicious whispers asphyxiate the careful hissing, Missy
I left my fucking sense by the wayside
No my car did not get repossessed, not yet, quite yet
But I'm fighting them off with tin foil and silver blanks
I feel that when they find out the coordinates of my location
I'll have given up my fortress, buttressed by ten levels of deceit
We gave our brains to the park, to the needles, to the never-ending dark
I can't remember where I put my life and now for that I'll have to answer once again
That I can't break even one link in this goddamn chain does not portend well for my friends
For my friends whose names I've forgotten once again
For my friends whose names I've forgotten once again
The American Dream in Padlocks
A wicker wire casket once again
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