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(From the album: Low Blow)
I call the shots ready or not.
There's dirt in my nails.
I'm not what you thought.
You took your time.
You took a lot.
I'm not what you thought.
I'm not what you thought.
No more peach tart.
Paint eyes, be smart.
Dance in a boat.
Drown in the sea.
Swim our last lap to victory.
Basset Hound man, with the fading tan.
You used to be punk.
Now you're just drunk.
Let's have some tact.
A laugh attack.
Dance in a boat.
Drown in the sea.
Swim our last lap to victory.
I'll grow a new limb under my tongue.
Peel off the fat.
I am young.
Young.
Photos by Matt Roth
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