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SUPERJOINT RITUAL LYRICS
"Dress Like A Target/the Destruction Of A Person/Death Threat" (2003 Single)
1. Dress Like A Target
2. The Drestruction of A Person
3. Death Threat
1. Dress Like A Target
Infamously marked by every generation known
Somehow they look like, the dicks from generations old -
But they're new!
No one in here is trusted
To kill everyone is to love everyone, do what you can till your busted,
then keep the word, then keep the word...
DRESS LIKE A TARGET
Never to be trusted, to kill anyone is to love everyone,
Rise up and never be busted, so keep the word, so keep the word..
INFAMOUSLY
Infamously hated, kill every generation known, its stupid that
they look like, the generation fucking old, but they're new!
They're new because the media says so
They're new because the media likes it
They're new because the media sucks up
Grow your hair as long a a hippies
But we're not hippies
We're slippys!
Like the Manson family
Dress like a target, target us
With massive and sweatin hands
Target us. 'Cause in your minds I'm afraid of you you dont exist
We're rising up
2. The Drestruction of A Person
I had some friends once before,
whose not much my friends anymore
I was very influential in their lives (so they say) , and when I lost my
Mind, they followed me though multiple deaths
(Because) there we were on the floor, slumped over and
sliding downward, with syringes hanging out of our arms,
another night, anyway we could. I said TRUST ME
The Destruction of a person builds character, invisible
Another so called group of friends,
can't seem to get off the needle now again
Should I blame myself cause I introduced some of them to the devil?
Or just realize the lord of light,
fallen from heaven works also in mysterious ways
3. Death Threat
I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn't take long, you could
Time me like whore. If I had six, you'd swear I had
a Thousand, you can mop me up in the morning
Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless
The headache of old, is the last of the importance, I'll have
And their then another, its to late to stop the glut.
I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked.
Desperate buck, a spinning room, awake lost, across the street
Pathetic luck, split lips, a broken wrist, a death threat.
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