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letra de old dead dogs - hemlock ernst & icky reels

[verse 1: hemlock ernst]
lost in the sp-ce shine days
when the giving the bullets was known to blood letting
and the tools were encouraged to use the bodies we were just subletting
tip-toeing around a view talking ’bout [?] and hobbies
while vaping impossible mellons
and [?] modules and this voice nodules
craving some shaving or trimming
griming and raising my speech
seeding [?] greaves
language leaning and leaving without spirulina
i was [?] on the chemical class
i can’t buy rubber and plastics
[?] passion for acids
was a 90’s theme like “i’ll be thеre for you”
waves ’till 22, wasted most of mе
then [?] on you, puppet nothing more
how you wanted me
still you just plated and replated
[?] on a tray was engraded
petrol [?] from laying
stuck on a castle i stayed
hide in a mirror [?]
i’m peeking ’round the wall
wondering have you gone to sleep
i’m not wanted more
i just wanna leave
i was an out patient with a [?] thinking
carry your pigeon with my body weighting
increasing algorithmic function
couldn’t understand physics so it seem
[?] sleigh of hand
the way you talked down to me
we fought [?]
i only wanted sleep
with no compassion you latched out and hit me
the tv blaring irony wasn’t lost on me
anything service was black top
had a spider splinter and a [?] rock
had a [?] for smell so high and sweet
while they’re still acrid and bleak
like blood in the stool or blood in the t–th
like blood in the stool or blood in the t–th
like blood in the stool or blood in the t–th
i’m watching your dogs die

[chorus]
she was an old dog
and so she lied
she lived a good life
and then she died

he was an old tail
he’s old as time
he was a good boy
and then he died
he’s head was like an enlarged half a day dim lightbulb that was ill fitted
it was as if his head was screwed into his neck incorrectly
because it leaned to the left like he was always staring awkwardly past your shoulder
he wasn’t fly, he’s flight’s permanently delayed
the garbage goes out on wednesdays, this is everyday
he’s an empty carton of milk and when you finished, why keep it in the fridge?
oh [?] the great cowboy, spare us the misery of your company
trust your jubilation short lids, the tiny pocket in your jeans is all the money you made from streaming
freely given to [?] earning points
to venal pastors to time sharing the afterlife
the playboy centerfold and bread you couldn’t see
like all the red flags he misread
but you can’t [?]
but to tell him otherwise is pointless
he’s weight’s on horses

[verse 2]
i paddled for [?] gravel’s paw
a lasted tour travelled gulf war
missiles on the savage loan
i smoke prophecy mastered songs
travelled sp-ce stations residence
automatic saw
bring a shelter hardrive
[?] pipe boom
shallowed dark side
vision [?] i’m a part-time
hydrogene [?] syndrome
and a castle that can’t cancel
and a hony combs slumber party cornflakes
paragraph
golden arch pole dancing
the [?] mints crystalized [?]
passion plate peanut bread
post-corporal [?] lead
my mental jersey in a jungled colored [?]
deaf [?] jungle bunny
soul of resistance
assault with prescription
slow body with a jelly bean addition

- hemlock ernst icky reels

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