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Strychnine One One
I'm going on a strychnine diet
to help me though this lazy day
A jar of pills to bring out the thrills
in this tiny little life that's wasted away
Nineteen years and I haven't done a thing
Too late or too soon it doesnt matter to me
Opportunity broke its arms
Perhaps it'll knock when they heal
I'll paint my door in goats' blood to keep me safe for a while
Let my tortured mind run amuck
So I can be branded with a smile
Up the dosage of my diet
because its effects fail to work
But now I have an impotent body
Which can't stand up for itself
