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Hangs Urge Me

Rush Me An Egg

Huger Men Sag

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My moods live on that swing same
Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow

Gawk as I thread this Loch Ness slipstream sepsis
Subconscious up f-twitch asterisk see off my meds glitch
Thoughts squealin' through my mildew, watch my back or I'll kill you
Schizo superscript scan the voice imprint only I can hear you
Deserted mansion in my head half-lidded lanterns returnin'
Sclera scarlet as wall of virgin bombed by flask of bourbon
Can't be certain
Your intercom I'm fingering, you don't wanna but you buzz me in

My moods live on that swing same
Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow

Nathan perculatin' proper
Caiman propellers comin' off she's hella 'copter
My neck bone sprayin' guava
Shimmy snakin' status caved in mental state been shanked and soldered
I got the nasty in my taxi, you need a lift
You can sit between the backseat and my dick
If the law catch me in the act and I happen ta die today
Push one my swing out in a glass of purple rain
Candy painted by the lord of stainless steel liquid your ashy brain

My moods live on that swing same
Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow

I got that feeling somebody killed me
I got that feeling zero feeling
Can't stop stealing zeros, killing all your millions
Somebody kill me, somebody killed me
I got that feeling zero feeling

Can't stop stealing zeros, killing all your millions

Songwriters: Andrew Morin / Stefan Corbin Burnett / Zachary Charles Hill
Hunger Games lyrics © Warp Music Limited

Hugs Anger Me

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My greatest disappointment is that he says "you need a lift?" instead of "you need a ride?" I love the bareness of this song. its pretty much just drums and rap and its still way more complex and idiosyncratic than what most bands are doing. Their purpose is so subtly brilliant. This that Hemingway isht right here. PUSH ME SWAAAAAAAAAANG INTO TOMORROW!

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