Songs of Joyful Devotion, of Which the Words May Scream - a frying pan to your skull by William Aicher
chapters
chapter 1:
a frying pan to your skull
chapter 2:
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chapter 3:
carbon
chapter 4:
trivial pursuit
chapter 5:
flying lessons
chapter 6:
the mounty
chapter 7:
ghost pimples
a frying pan to your skull
chapter 1
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I killed a child today
When I stole his dreams
of a life unspoiled
by pain & misery & grief.
There is no Santa Claus,
I told him.
He's a lie your fucking parents
Tell you to behave.
Because you're just a little coward
Who cries over spilt dreams
And the salt of your tears
Only helps the tequila go down easier.
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When I stole his dreams
of a life unspoiled
by pain & misery & grief.
There is no Santa Claus,
I told him.
He's a lie your fucking parents
Tell you to behave.
Because you're just a little coward
Who cries over spilt dreams
And the salt of your tears
Only helps the tequila go down easier.
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