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letra de a portrait of the artist as a young man - michael insana

[verse]
stuck inside all day, bearing the brunt of the planet
tearing out my hair and jerking off while i was at it
now my face is hitting leaves and there’s a th-rn in my soul/sole
guess i’ll yank it out and do my best to cover up the hole

[verse]
well i can’t help but strut around with my bare feet and my halo
eyes open wide, oh i’m a madman, i’m insane though
you can tell by the way i put my fingers to my chin
i think i’m just about the smartest man who ever lived!

[chorus]
so i pray!
for the good things to come!
and i pray it won’t get ugly when the band is all done
and now i’m locking eyes with mеdusa and she’s hissing
hmm, how should i tell her that hеr snakes have gone missing?

[verse]
and my mother puts her hands on my shoulder and she laughs
at the lemon faced girl who’s got bananas in her pants
and all i want is for the man to look me in the eye but
he won’t because i only say the word n-gga in private

[verse]
and i cackle at the endless sea of empty yellow faces
while i wallow in the fear i’m just behind em’ a few paces
and when i’m sick and tired of the wind in the trees
i board up all my windows and i get down on my knees
[chorus]
and i pray!
for the good things to come!
and i pray it won’t get ugly when the band is all done
and now i’m locking eyes with medusa and she’s hissing
hmm, how should i tell her that her snakes have gone missing?

[chorus]
away!
with your cartoonish midwit humor
if you’re playing violin you might as well use a tuner
maybe then you could be a match for him and his piano
now you’re feeling how it feels to be running out of ammo

- michael insana

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