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Vindictives The The Many Moods Of The Vindictives

The people upstairs are coming through the ceiling, The people downstairs are always at home. The people upstairs are screaming when I'm sleeping

I sat down in the waiting room, gagging thick with cheap perfume And all of the sudden I lost my point of view. I felt like standing up and screaming

I realized that you were no missing person, by the noose that you wore around your neck. Purplish rings and pale cheeks surrounded melancholy eyeballs

Once there was a crackdown that made the quotas meet. Squeezed on through a vacuum tube that stood you on your feet. All the clocks stopped cold today

Bonnie's in the playpen thinking of her weekend, wondering, pondering, wondering, pondering, why time flies time flies when you're having fun. Bonnie

I know people, who have a lot to say, while little Mr. Know-it-all sucks the thumb shoved up his ass, I know people, I see them every day, They criticize

My baby thought that I'd be the perfect spouse we left for work from our white suburban house and then she chewed up fifty tablets of valium (yummy yummy

Feeling curious I started planning tests to mess up the local laws, Pushing buttons wearing dirty gym shoes, fingerprints in the hallway walls, WOW

The cowards corresponding with some men, the blabbermouth is singing songs again, they're blowing little smoke rings up my ass, I'll whistle do-re-mi