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Mother Mother Burning Pile

the world again It goes, All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I catch fire than I'll take my turn To burn and burn and burn

fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles,

fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles,

their skin burning and peeling Schards of glass explode, chest and skull now implode Corpses they've become, and graves will have to be dug Underneath the wheels, burning

s cryin' to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence Tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me

woman crying to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn

Stop the bus, Violent J comes out Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out Mother fucker fuckin hick I kick ya in the mouth Sew your fuckin' lips

punctuated by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile

life Cinnamon candles burning Snowball fights outside Smile below each nose And above each chin Family all together Presents piled high Frost on all the windows What a wonderful night Cinnamon candles burning