song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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it is not until you are dying of heat stroke
that you will admit that the earth is round
so, get your story straight; is it the knife or the pen that you need?
and i can't carry the sun
coward, you think you own everything
if i see heaven coming back as someone else's ghost... then
(and you're back with 104.3 daoboys, your number one source for adult contemporary)
it's gonna be, uh, $14.10
and did you want your receipt?
imagine how i must writhe in the addiction
taken away it's power?
picture perfect, fresh faced fringe into the other side
and i hate all your la friends
i got a sick set of hives from their conversations
and if they keep talking about my god like that
i think i'll just...
why aren't your friends all dead?...
no one to his mother
and if his ecstasy is half as i believe
oh, memories of us speaking in code
we stock the ladies' perfume in the department store
they can capture my flag
call this home base
i wait for you to leave the altar
'cause i coulda picked something easier
i coulda been a contender
for kinds of love that wouldn't falter
inefficient little fake rockstar
tryna make sure i'm up to par
you wanna snuff the shackles out?
you wanna have them be framed? and taken pity on
manifesting your 10,000 hours?
