Don't tell me I'm built for nothing
But making jams in a jar
That settle slowly as tar
And don't sell me a spirit something
I buy a paperback
And give myself another smack
Then pick up soe of my own slack
I do lie on what I lack, ah
My reach to you is overlarge
I can preach to you but I have to charge
I can get what's true
As straight as a corkscrew
That I use to drink up my own head
And I can see clear ta
The brand new era
Of faceless heads on a web
Y'know, I'm a bitter fellow
Although, I lack any cause to be so.
Callow, it's no easy to swallow
High flow, but really I was going slow
Don't tell me that I should go slow
Don on me a brand new era
Of faceless heads on a world wide web
Speak up, I can barely hear ya
I am a fucker, not a lover
Don't wanna kiss under the covers
In a sickly smother
Like every amish other
My reach to you is overlarge
I can teach you, but I have to charge
Y'know, I'm a bitter fellow
Although, I lack any cause to be so.
Callow, it's no easy to swallow
High flow, but baby, I was going slow
Don't tell me that I should go slow
I can get what's true
As straight as a corkscrew
And I don't have the heart to look ahead
But I can see clear ta
The brand new era
Of faceless heads on a world wide web
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