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The Poor Plants and Ailing Animals

from Obese Momentum by the next hundred years

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wrecked leather
torn head dress
blue cold lips
she's almost dead
we spoiled her rotten
decked her out
from head to toe
in wires and cement
the day it’s closing in
the hole it’s opening
no time for regret
i watched the candle burn out
it’s seven o'clock
i'd thought you'd be here
by now

can't you see you're tempting me
don't make me blow my whistle on you
so close to the edge
i smell death around the bend
don't make me blow my whistle on you

on this final night
as we apologize
she will close our eyes
cut us off just in time
to hear the clock drag
the air is cold as hell
as thick as her hard shell
she crawls out of
just in time
on this final
on this final night

can't you see how you're tempting me
don’t make me blow the whistle on you
so close now to the end
i smell death just round the bend
don't make me blow the whistle on you

had a good thing goin’
had a good streak goin’
a good thing goin’
a good streak goin’

i stood up too fast
i'm dizzy and....

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from Obese Momentum, released April 1, 2007

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