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I guess you heard my head turned brown
I lost several pounds and looked terrible
Thi marriage of yellow and black never looked good on paper
His mother was a secretary, I think
Her father a r*pist
Im a little pressed for time and facts
But I know
Its those personnal acts
Those personnal acts
That cut through the cr*p
I heard they were dimembering people down the street
Those Joneses, you gotta lovem
Various disguises are regrettable but necessary
If youre going to make it through the day
Everyday Everyday
Everyday I start to ooze
A bold plan drawn up by a**holes to screw morons
News at eleven but first
A long serious look at whats seeping from open sore
Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT
I never felt so alone
I never felt so used
I never felt so excited
It was those personal acts
Those personal acts
That cut up the cr*p and served it for breakfast
YOU DUMB fcK
My mom phoned up the police today
Just to say hello, Hello
My girlfriend has been missing for two weeks
I guess thats what happens when you alk the streets
with a bag on your head and a sign that says
Everyday Everyday
Everyday I start to ooze
Blue, black and blue and red are the colours of everyday
Ok, thats liffe, thats what I was told anyway
And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it
If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle
Maybe ervery fourt person is a DUMB fcK
Listen , listen carefully now heres the answer
It rhymes with axe
Why, its those personal acts
Those personal acts
Those suicide pacts
Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children
Its my face smeared on the pavement
Its Everyday
Its Everyday
Unday
Noneday
Useday
Buttugly
Wh*reday
Painday
SPLATTERSDAY SPLATTERSDAY
YOU DUMB fcK