Saturday, February 13, 1993

You're About All I Can Handle (date approximate)

You're about all I can handle
With all that you think
You're intelligent, emotional
And I'm living at the brink
 
So my dad introduced us
Well, alright
He's a cool intellectual
So was I
 
A big comma separates us
What of it
__________________
 
Title    All I Want Is Your Blood (is that coming on too strong?)
 
Verse   I'm a pleasant sort of guy
              I want to see you die
 
__________________
 
 
Bury me in a wooden coffin
Plant me in the cold, solid earth
By my grave, let flowers bloom
Daises and violets there in the dirt
 
           In the dirt   

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