Homemade War Things Lyrics

Shit

At this point I fucking hope that I'm in a coma

And somewhere the real me is doped out and dosed up

On copious amounts of morphine

I feel acidic

Like I'm a bomb made out of and

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And thus

Everything my client touches is our kingdom

And everything my client splatters is gold

And everything my client does blow

And the hatred that drives my client grows

Oh what the fuck is this that I'm doing

Where is this supposed to go

Should I maybe be more like you

Hell fucking no

I really shot myself in the foot here

I should have just stuck it up in my fucking mouth

I really shot myself in the foot here

I should have just stuck it up in my fucking mouth

Let me ask you

What would you do

If your pet was smarter than you

Or better yet

You're the pet

What would you do if you were smarter than your master

I'll ask you again

What would you do

If you were smarter than that monster

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