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letra de five finger salute - closed heart surgery

confusion in the crest of insanity
ready settee trip sad faces and a fat lip
ridiculous
only word that fits
low target aim fire
we never miss
endings
sometimes never happen
alone at night
call her up, yo what’s crackin?
days of l-st, those friendly hugs
addicted to s-x, who needs drugs?
fill the void with p-rn and toys
use everyone
you know -rg-sms replace the hole
in your heart, it was cold as f-ck
wearin my clothes was never enough
always down for a friendly ride
she felt my fears, said it’s toasty inside
lay back relax
in hale ex hale
sh-t its cheap
k-mart blue light sale

ohhh sh-t, here we go
it’s rossy g on your stereo
got variable 5th rates just to make the t-ts shake
earthquakes girl, i wanna see you gyrate
strung out, but we aint really hung out
saw you cheatin’ so i pulled the gun out
its like, just kiddin
l-st is witherin’
dyke im fingerin’ you must love cl-toris
cause i don’t understand why you leave me
i’m a wonder like stevie, what’s your reasoning?
we f-cked outside didn’t mean to hurt your feelings
just when i get b-n-rs, my d-ck hits ceiling
im a smart, well mannered equipped with brown (?)
he’s dumb a complete moron like derek zoolander
oh wait i get it you’re a gold diggin’ b-tch
that’s aight, im a player like will smith in hitch

broken,
open,
skin tight,
closin,
new girls,
ladies,
straight west coastin,
drama, drama all up on the tv
show up in the er
closed heart surgery

breeze me, st–ze me,
sh-ts too easy
need me, leave me,
fried chicken, greasy
karma’s a b-tch whose son never learnt
superhero’s save the world and lose the girl (x2)

now movin’ on like this stupid song
got road cops centre like vanilla ice
call up the (?) and ask for a discount
no discounts!
yep got fished out
pull the dish out, time for new food
thinkin’ bout twins but i need new moves
went to the bar
scanned the room for poon
found my pray
walk over and say how you doin
now we’re on the mattress doin gymnastics
she’s drunk and dizzy so i reach for my diggy
‘put that camera down and stop bragging’
i’m just makin’ home videos like bob sagget
my buddies’ll never believe your jugs
i mean them t-tties should be their own country
umm? i wasn’t born in 19 kobe bryant
b-tch, you know you want it in your -ss stop lyin’

book on shelves since grade 12
novels to save me from dating h-ll
pullin up water from empty wells
wrapped up in plastic, and it sells
she plays the lead in romantic comedy
got men hooked without droppin to her knees
respectable
by any other name
but she ain’t different, she still plays the game
addictive
like the world of warcraft
used like a nerd when his heart got trashed
never messed with me, afraid of the rash
she cared enough i’m still stuck on the map (?)
(?) and friendships, they just don’t work
it ain’t nowhere safe if it’s from the earth
so don’t pick it up when you put it back down
just p-ss up the b-tch and feel the sound

broken,
open,
skin tight,
closin,
new girls,
ladies,
straight west coastin,
drama, drama all up on the tv
show up in the er
closed heart surgery

breeze me, st–ze me,
sh-ts too easy
need me, leave me,
fried chicken, greasy
karma’s a b-tch whose son never learnt
superhero’s save the world and lose the girl (x2)

- closed heart surgery

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