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I'll Pick You Up In Fifteen...Don't Forget The Gasoline.
So I heard somewhere someone say,
That you'll be seceding down and out,
Like your pants and breasts respectively,
For the last but not the first time.
And all you can say for yourself,
Is that it's not a crime to be loose with lips,
But whose to assume what you do won't go unchecked.
Know that I notice every desperate,
Grasp for attention and find affection,
In every deliberately scattered action.
They call me minute man for a reason,
And it's not for my performance.
It's for my long term experience,
With these second place finish statistics.
If theres sixty seconds in a minute,
I'll show you what it's like go through an hour.
Be docile for just a day,
So you can see the way things go,
Doesn't have to be up in smoke.
I've tread on hostile grounds for some time,
Now it's your turn to step on off whites,
Unless you want your pearly ones to be,
Recorded in order to determine identity.
"Car fires aren't all too common in the woods"
"What can I say officer? I doused her in gasoline.
One of us was bound to go up eventually."
"But unforunately for you, arson is a crime,
And so is murder."
"I promise I didn't mean to hurt her. I guess,
She sparked a rage in me I couldn't put out."
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