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The Cure Screw

When you screw up your eyes When you screw up your face When you throw out your arms And keep changing your shape Taste the taste in your mouth Taste

When you screw up your eyes When you screw up your face When you throw out your arms And keep changing your shape Taste the taste in your mouth Taste

: When you screw up your eyes When you screw up your face When you throw out your arms And keep changing your shape Taste the taste in your mouth Taste

When you screw up your eyes When you screw up your face When you throw out your arms And keep changing your shape Taste the taste in your mouth Taste

hem 'em Money earnin' concernin' I'll be teachin' and learnin' Gettin' hot from my rhymes and my looks Not from bourbon No solution, no remedy No cure

and tuck if you have the bucks in a race to find a cure. Psalm one hundred and thirty nine is the conscience to our selfish crime, God didn?t screw up

made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors, and biblical papers Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw

food, our life, our attitude Suffocating in what we refuse to recycle Time bombs fester in every town Billions of dollars spent every year Searching for a cure

care I want to find you everywhere I want a house and a fireplace Screw the pain, I want a smile on my face I want to take some kind of cure I