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"It wasn't long before I was one of the highest-paid slaves around." Billie Holiday

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Dorking Around

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It so happens that I am tired of being a man. No, seriously.

I am tired of sucking the dicks of the rich

I am tired of trying to reach into you

to find you are aluminum

I am tired of being poor

I'm sorry I don't have the personal resources

to get you dumbfucks out of jail

and I am tired of being sad

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I am tired of hospitals made of margarine

I am tired of climbing over dead dolphins on the escalator

tired off the giraffes shivering in the bus-shelters

I can no longer face the cold-hot slaughterhouses called freeways

I cannot face your fierce glances

Small-talk sounds like a firing-squad now

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Here's the big plan: we are pigs, scrambling, in an empty trough

most too scared to even squeal

I don't need videos of the twin towers collapsing

I can see that in the mirror

Haven't you noticed the common personality traits

of people who kill themselves?

How they are always more beautiful

than we are?

True revolutionaries and genuine suicides

I hope that old bastard god has enough heart left

to let us all hang in the same place

on that red train

our only palace

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