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Correct A Pot In Which To Piss Lyrics
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Titus Andronicus
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Correct A Pot In Which To Piss
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"The audience was large and brilliant. Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits, and flowers, but beyond them, I saw thorns and troubles innumerable." It was a pretty good gpa We got a couple of good grades And it sounded like a pretty good seven inch And winter didn't seem so cold I had a smile for everyone I know I was starting to get comfortable in the place that I'm in And it used to not mean anything It used to not mean anything It used to not mean anything But it really means nothing now Nothing means anything anymore Everything is less than zero And I know it won't do much good, getting drunk and sad and singing But I'm at the end of my rope and I feel like swinging It was an unflattering photograph and people saw it all over town Hanging up on the wall above the urinal Hear the man with the notepad say, "Oh, they're funny, but they drink too much" "And don't be surprised if they don't amount to nothing at all" And we were talking about giving up We were talking about lying down We were talking about tying off Wasn't it supposed to mean something now? Let them see you struggle and they're going to tear you apart You ain't never been no virgin, kid, you were fucked from the start They're all going to be laughing at you They're all going to be laughing at you You can't make it on merit, not on merit and merit alone Dan Mcgee tried to tell me, "There ain't no more Rolling Stones" They're all going to be laughing at you They're all going to be laughing at you I've been called out, cuckolded, castrated, but I survived I am covered in urine and excrement but I'm alive And there's a white flag in my pocket never to be unfurled Though with their hands 'round my ankles, they bring me down for another swirl And they tell me, "Take it easy buddy, it's not the end of the world" "And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, My son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited, Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim, Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding), Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day brighten'd, I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket, And buried him where he fell. "
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