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Lyrics for Benuti
no points for guessing the tune. you still lurking out there, benuti?
Utter piquancy, Bennett. Shit, your friends are wierd, uh-huh
I was plain bored, fucked up on rum, and all out of speed
I thought I'd said you were an idiot scheme
Eternal vigilance was outside your means
I never wandered through the piquancy, uh-huh
You worked for X Industries like an armadillo, uh-huh
I started your arty ways, blues, madness, newbie atrophy
"Which," I said, "with all your disgust, it's a shame you can't dream."
You smiled like an art loon, dirty, uncouth
You said that lying was exactly like truth
You wore your hurt like a violin theme, uh-huh
I never dared taste the piquancy, uh-huh
It's utter piquancy, Bennett, yes, your friends are mean, uh-huh
Button-down dead-weight, reviewed missiles clogging the scene
Smiled at the bathroom, bluer than blue
You said that flying was exactly like you
You wore the hurt, finally seen, uh-huh
You never understood what it means to be me, uh-huh
You saw the excavations like they bore fruit, uh-huh
I couldn't, on demand
You said the pioneers were factual tools, uh-huh
You saw the dirt come flying on in, uh-huh
Buried in the sand,
Typed on the Underwood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh
i hope the worm woman didn't get him
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