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you have shown me inches of disrespect
and this I can't
I cannot forget
I think I can, I think I
I know I can, I think I

my body is entirely made out of shit
my mind is immune to it
I plan to retire from the public eye
right after my mega-hit

my hobby's a model train wreck suicide
the tiny conductor was super high
his desire nested up with pubic lice
why didn't they test him?

even on surveillance screens
these tiny, little tracks are seen
my HO scale destiny
is in the land of make believe