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Back In The IceboxWhere did you come from?Why did you come here? How many more are there to come? My strike is old, my we is even A sarcophagus to encase your shaking brittle frame rest for a while my little lame and try not to distress or jump out of your skin All in good time Get back in there you bitch hog Back in there Get back in there you cunt We use everything We don't throw nothing away We use everything We don't throw nothing away There's room for you at the table There's always more room can't be helped. something you gotta ... there's just some thing you gotta do Try not to distress your shaking little frame Get back in there you cunt. back |