JunkHead - Eat your peas

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Eat your peas and go to bed, early tonight and newly wed easy show but never heard easy crow as the raven quotes nevermore
 
This vessel of hate drag me away to even days, grab my mask and hide your face the bomb drops today. Make all way make the sun grey make the clouds acid and the mouse gay.
 
The stairs to the left of you the exit is right there. The storm that brews in-between you two it is looking like it cares. You are losing everyone knows you're foolish your chest isn't moving and everything is brewing the storm the storm
 
No you! No you! Who are you to piss on my chair? Oh Jesus H Christ himself won't even save you from despair so much pain as you crawl from where you were looking at the end like it truly knows what's there
 
Seal that is blue oh no! What is our yes_lawl to do? We'll go cry harassment that's who go cry bad moderation and sully the water as that fat blue seal dies on a fire
 
Sweet victory it's as tasty and shiny as ivory, the marble floor is lined with gold and the battered old soul's territory is no more welcome to life, wipe of your fleer drink some more beer
 
Why do i go on? In a world that i just don't belong, so sound the alarm and tame the prawn. All time for us to spawn a new bright better and shiny blue. It's not up to me but for you to chose mark those shoes
 
Split his skull, crack his face, flay the heart, now eat the paste, sinew flesh and all strung up on the wall, organs layed out piece by piece you're the last to fall, I'll show you god and then a thing or two while you lay unaware, rip em down naked strip his head bare, minimum cause of trouble. Fire burn cauldron bubble
 
Why don't you like me is it cause I'm weird? Why don't you fight me you acting all queer, why don't you bite me? The inside is deer. Why not just shave my beard and clip my hair?
 
Vicarious liability, insurance company's, name is deniability it's in the silly grey area of my reliability, kinda figured we never come to terms when the sun shine alone never works when all my worlds cold sleeping in hay with sheep's
And their feet talking to the dog shittin on my sheets in a week
 
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Smashed to pieces, no more wife, black coloured laces, all in a line, smack talked races and old fashioned faces gives paces to newfound life
 
I'll stick to my guns heads over nuns heads over none while still giving some but never enough they say with their shrunken liar lead "this world is mucus it's better off dead" so lie in bed, without a care in your head, care for nothing absolutely nothing at all, it's not the first time we've met at all
 
That would make my day, honestly give way, honest to me but not gay not queer in the slightest so give your best "hey" give your best price and match it today
 
Acid, from being produced by the ants in the sewer and water with crocs on the floor next thing you have is clocks at your door and the man in the boards is looking for your score
 
Point the finger at the junky twice, please be nice to the junky tonight bats in flight come on another time come and die a little closer to mine and come and brew your own next to thine
 
Life in skies cloud grey, they say it's bigger then a tidal wave, they say it's got it's own way. Make the sky go away, it's hard to breathe when you're made out of wax.

The deep ocean isn't making a sound
And the food with the peasant is mouldy
And sour, cower.
In your bed with my sweetest friends
In your mound, all alone no crown.
 
I hate garbage i hate mice, i hate spiders i hate lice, i hate you and you hate me, come on and join you will see make it be, time to bruise my fucking knees with keys, and garage door cheese with the bee's lying underneath
 
They say nothing fills the void but is that true? In the land of gully walking forbidden in shoes with the peasant dressed noose. Hang it around my neck my voice is tired and old, no more will i ever walk this desert town alone
 
You're right I can't cope, this tired old fool is broke, tie that rope, tighten that nope, brighten what's been unbridled so. With a match box laying next to the floor
 
You'd know what to do wouldn't you? Or would you just laugh and point tell me a thing or two then leave me with my untied shoes, you're a pig but even pigs are capable of love even if their heart and veins carry no blood, just ash, nothing left not even cash
 
Easy as a cigarette, pitiful I do not regret, playin it over frets now play it all back again this road is a pissing can and the dog on the wall has had enough of it all. With the Carrigan hooligans
I'm using it you know of this
You speak of this?
Yet you do the switch?
Well don't you lie to me bitch!
I'm not the first choice kinda guy
But if i sully your mood you might give me a try and I'll cry, over spilled water in africa. In the Republica the new found enema. k
K to the millennium and it's parabellum
The twisted media undoing me phylogenetic
Diaphanous malaria,
In my well known area of expertise so beg a little harder as you're brought to your knees and feet.
 
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Bring forthcoming responses other then what we think of you, no no no we do not pick and choose no we are not dudes no we don't wear bright colours and sparkling shoes we take a look all around us and tie us a noose. His favourite ice cream is moose and he eats in the caboose. Feeding caribou. just know in the end when you wind up dead it's not gonna be me in your countryside bed it'll be the devil a vessel from hell when you yell, no one is coming to save you, when you try to rebel, no one even understands you
 
Jesus h Murphy christ Almighty she-wolf aka my hero aka my friend has come once again to salt the water and burn your ped friends be wary oh stumbled foe, as when we say so and say go we will take your fucking souls
 
Breathe, let me feel your rib cage crush between my knees you fiend, you prey on the helpless those with chains already on their back, you want them to save you? Take a look at your sack, it's filled with spiders, shotgunned cans and a handful of tacks, you will pay our tax and that tax is your life, i can end it right here with this neon coloured knife
 
Turning to the door, the ashes on the floor, the morality of the story is as follows break one other as you break another break a young son and tangle their father, you unholy worm, working on the dirt and pillaging the earth with your curse
 
I hate garbage i hate mice, i hate spiders i hate lice, i hate you and you hate me cut myself until i bleed stab myself until I'm weak. I hate mucus i hate slime, i hate the way this guy fucking rhymes i hate putrid i hate jaundice i hate their guts to show with, hate myself all the Fucking time, sh.it myself until I'm BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND
 
Acetaminophen, lurks under neath the young soul skin, gonna rip a fuckin hole again, gonna watch his mother die again, when the cold shoulder rolling through life catches up on the path to fight it'll be your demise it will be a surprise and now you're strangled by all that you love. Now that you've been hooked up? Would you like to see my throw-up and my diseases, measles, newsletters about the upcoming Holocaust of denial, it'll take a while so just bridle and brisk every path in your way when the friends come they'll be coming to hate, that fuckin look on your face. That fucking big fat mistake that little bitch who packs it away
The Holocaust of denial
The brimstone structure in the middle of our lover
The time has come once again you are done
And the pain that stole our sun, will become undone by the bare minimum cause of my denial
 
Just my opinion but I think there's a better word out there lurking in a doorway like the ten bastard sons of an immigrant bricklayer the proud owner of the new cardigan sweater and the long forgotten player of the game we call life, at least it is bright, at least they won't fight, till they're pushed to their knees and when the ground quakes, swallows, then opens up underneath, this song is to me, by me, for me, and all the sorts. Next time you won't be sullied in shorts, next time there is no next time who am i to lie. When you got a face as red as a tomato because you are just about to die. From suffocation, asphyxiation, and enternal damnation. The end of the road is as cold as the snow and a witches tit rolled into one
Take a last laugh.
 
Kyle, all the while. When drinking monster and punching holes in the wall, all while Eminem is playing in the background, check on the vinyl record album, next to the parabel. Next to the cheese coated slime-ball greasy fuc k living in his
Basement using discord as his alimony, the broken window lies cold
 
The Germans first time we've been working on getting the best of him and his Kraut friends. We'll storm through the trenches and take back the French's land, come my brother's or alone i will stand, with my trusted rifle in hand, storm on the beaches while your brother lies dead in the sand, you aren't an asset you are expendable, useless, and bland
 
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Jokes need not apply for my pie is way too high in the sky looks need not reply for my head is being held up by five tiny guys, sharing a basket of fries and the air is so dry, in fact it's not good enough for me i want to be as dry, as dry as can be, your laughing isn't getting us anywhere so laugh and point see if i care. I just want to be dry. So no more Mister nice guy laugh once again and I shall make you cry.
 
You're welcome to come and go as you please but please do not pick up our trees with your feet.
Please don't let the toilet seat peek. And also as a matter of fact this is just my opinion but you're way too fat, we'll have to hose you down with some soap on the rope, this is heading down a rocky road with you in our inn we have a bed fit for a king, but not one the size of forty kegs!,
Looks like those legs haven't seen comfort in years you can rest them in our pub and drink some nice beers, breakfast is free, you knew that of course, but who is to say that you'll have more then one choice
 
Jacky has the answer and Margret want's to ask her but she's got bronchitis and hepatitis. She wants to go outside but she's just about to die, she should have listened to the story that goes and ends with a bang, this is not slang, this is dedicated and coagulated fame
 
Mariachi band playing in the summertime Maraschino cherries dip it the pink wine, lemon lime, bout 5'o clock time, sippin in the summertime
 
You're acting like a germaphobe you looking like you're old and cold well i guess you thought that I wouldn't know, where you've been before, you can probe but I can smell it in your clothes, I'm tired and i guess it shows, better go lie in the snow, next to a dead crow
 
This is getting really sickening there is blood on the floor, I'm no germaphobe but i might become one so i guess I'll just flush the toilet with a tissue in this gas station bathroom, is that a dead baby in the sink? Let's pray and it better not be at least i think, is that a half eaten sandwich and a bottle full of thanks? Well thanks I'll use it to gargle because otherwise I'll have to go to skating rink and they don't like me there cause they caught me jerking in the stalls in my underwear! My **** was cold and bare, how i like it, no i don't care
 
The moon is higher than we thought its juxtaposition is the ignition switch deep in my soul. It's burned a hole in my eyes yet not my fur coat. It's the lamb of the slaughter another body to woe. Another blood rambled and trampled underfoot foe. He just couldn't meet with what was so, so he hung himself with a makeshift rope in the cold. Every window wide open you could even start to see snow.
 
Soak like a pickle in the jar, brine, cut the hand of christ and bleed his wine, asphyxiated germaphobe, as the alien ufo probes your soul
Beam me away from this place lead me up to heavens gates, or so you say, but I think hell is the place that I'd like to stay.
 
Can you feel the shame? Inside your bones there is greater pain, I can feel your shame but I do not blame because they're not going anywhere else okay? With your head up on your shoulders would you like to see a dance? With your own kind of poster would you like us to clap hands?
 
Fifty marching band men all in a line, one caught the flu the other got time, one had a baby and the other had none, one made gravy and the other ate some. Someone something just anyone at all won't you tell these fine young men they can't have it all, the best way to do it would be to do it myself but I wouldn't want to disturb these quaint little elves
 
Jokes on you, I can see through to the real you, your true colours no it's not deep blue, only thing i see is mildew coloured spots and bright orange polka dots that sounds crude? Why do you laugh the way you do? Do you feel uninspired? Maybe you're just a late bloomer but maybe you should have studied a thing or two sooner, because I beat you on every level, hey what are you doing with that shovel? Please don't hit me, I'm a nice guy, my heads in the clouds but you can be up here with me, just give CrossFit a try. And then he died
 
You like my music? Thanks i do too. You like the way my guitar sounds? It's not in tune. You'd like me to tune it up a bit? A couple tones down would make you sick and a couple tones up would make me feel like sh.it I don't like to happy, I love to be sad, my instruments all in one big shiny bag
 
Now eat your peas and go to fucking bed, my lips are soft and so is my favourite bandage that you dressed for me, all padded out with splints made of ivory, my wound is infected now cause you didn't clean it, what kind of a nurse are you? Just beat it



AND THAT CONCLUDES MY ALBUM EAT YOUR PEAS STAY TUNED CAUSE IN 5 DAYS OR WHEN I GET BORED NEXT IS MY NEW ALBUM "Junkhead - Counter space" 53 poems or songs in each album all made by me in a matter of seconds
 
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