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Somehow this CD (Glassjaw - Everything You've Ever Wanted to Know About Silence) doesn't have a parental advisory sticker (while Queens of the Stone Age somehow do). Read these 3 songs and see what I mean.
Glassjaw - Motel of the White Locust
Welcome to Hollywood, whore.
Wake the fuck up in Hollywood, whore.
My dance has passed.
Welcome to Hollywood, whore.
Wake the fuck up in Hollywood, whore.
Combine the throb within the head
with the rhythm fucking of the feet.
Say a novena for all those lost
and read the bloodstains on the sheets.
I've whored myself for less than this
and I've prayed to appear fed.
As I knelt on my pillow, God,
I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head.
Who could ever
Who the fuck could ever
take the place of me?
Now I kiss up to God with my fists
and I pray to keep my head
though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
and my fists all fucking red.
Through sickness and health
I've kissed up to God two years.
I've focused on the cameos made by the tiger
in the valley of the fucking locust.
Who could ever
Who the fuck could ever
Take the place of me?
Wipe it off your mouth.
Get up off your knees
and make me your God.
Who could ever
Who the fuck could ever
It's sexual debauchery,
you fucking cunt,
you fucking whore,
You cost what you're worth.
Followed by a boy like this.
Re-ignited by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut,
you'll still be fucking beautiful.
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Glassjaw - Lovebites and Razorlines
Who you fucking now?
I use my slit wrist
to sign my name with blood
and when you can't compete with the Joneses
you gun 'em all down
(even the father).
You fucking whore.
Shut up and swallow my pride for me.
Move closer or drive farther.
I just suck on the end of this dick that cums lead,
but first I'm coming after you all.
It's ladies night at the bar
but she smokes a man's cigar.
I guess she's dying.
Oh well.
I don't give a fuck about your dignity.
That's the bastard in me.
I know a girl
who sells herself around
and I'm sure that one day
she'll sign autographs in your town.
You fucking whore, who you fucking now?
I use my slit wrist
to sign my name with blood
and when you can't compete with the Joneses
You gun 'em all down
(even the father).
You fucking whore.
Shut up and swallow my pride for me.
Move closer or drive farther.
I just suck on the end of this dick that cums lead,
but first I'm coming after you all.
Looking back into my diary
What makes me say those things?
What causes my laughter at another's disaster
It's the bastard in me.
I know a girl
who sells herself around
and I'm sure that one day
she'll sign autographs in your town.
You fucking whore
Who you fucking now?
I strain myself, I guess. I guess I fuck myself, I guess I guess.
You live in shit
and you will eat your own way out.
I am too fly and shy
like no other guy.
Too fly and shy just for you.
I'm to fly and shy just for you and what you are
I know a girl who sells herself around
and I'm sure that one day
she'll sign autographs in your town
You fucking whore,
you live in shit,
you fucking whore,
who you fucking now?
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Your arms are broken!
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