You look so ready to kill me with your bosses saw Mendocino, Klamath, Siskiyou, Shasta a wasp will find its way into your pointless life its stinger will sting you away this where I live dripping and marked from your paint Jesus is wondering if even He can love you oh this is where I live a pox upon your house (a nuthatch will never bow) (a crossbill will never bow) will you turn me to money? will I shat my poison egg in your mouth? signed with my conifer blood this plastic coffin always in the shade of your sickening daughters and your idiotic hobbler wife this is where I live community college is waiting for them (Thanks to Judit for these lyrics)
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