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miscellaneous 7"s
trudy trudy comes
home with a gun reeking
of gin she's got
an itch on her head wearing
her wig again trudy hangs
out the window in a shrub she waits
grinding
her teeth scratching her head when trudy
comes along she goes alone collecting
bottles on the way trudy wakes
up to buy a new pint clutching
her head the bottle
goes down down another
day awaits when trudy
comes along she goes alone collecting
bottles on the way swallowed
a bottle swallowed
a gun swallowed
a bottle swallowed
a gun
crush knock me
to the floor i'd like
nothing more than dirt
in my face like a warm
embrace burn me
with a match just a little
scratch rotten to
the core but now
i adore you when you
get drunk you can
call me names but i'll
have this crush on you just the
same maybe you
should just |
