Monday

i burnt the bacon baby

how can you stand it
the up and down and up and down

the madness and the manic

it hurts me so to feel this way

i try to drowned it out
it follows

its inside my neck little creeping
my mothers making sausages
and my brains are leaking

i'll put it all in my mouth
a spoonful that is heaping

i chew it up and spit it out
its you who i am thinking

who i am thinking

that is creeping

for whom my brain be leaking

pretty soon will start the shreaking

to the ones i love be peeping

it is you i will be keeping

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