Andrew Jackson Jihad - A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit lyrics

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For four fortnights I've fled from my fortress<br />

Foraging forests five footsteps in length<br />

Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles<br />

Flowing like flies from your face<br />

From your face<br />

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And my neighborhood<br />

It's been filled brim with black cats<br />

And when I go driving they walk through my path all the time<br />

Every time<br />

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First we were babies, we're birthing and dying<br />

Then we were children, we were playing and crying<br />

And then we were teenagers we were smoking and fucking<br />

But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing<br />

Liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds<br />

We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others<br />

We're sadly sighing<br />

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And I'd like to be a big ball of meat<br />

That bee's can buzz around and eat when I die<br />

So that I may be granted one sense of purpose