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GlimmerCheap Heat – FLESH CREEP Lyrics
What's the point? What are we doing here?
Art or masturbation?
Keep the beat, just play the fucking drums
Lest they change the station
World's a stage and the floor is yours
For a mouth so big, you're talkin' real small
Clean up on aisle five
It seems your guts have spilled
Just you make sure you don't slip and fall
On your way to the dance floor
What's the point? What are we doing here?
Art or masturbation?
Take the heat, just do the fucking drugs
Lest they change the station
Heart on your sleeve, with an eye on the figures
Easier to find the snakes in the grass
When you're lying down with 'em
Oh, what do I know?
You and me, we're in the same boat
The same sinking ship
Dog chases a tire
Times nothing is nothing
Dog eats itself
Dog chases a tire
Times nothing is nothing
Dog eats itself
