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Blood Brothers » Salesman, Denver Max
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	Through the screen door your thoughts are quarentined, by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen. My name is Denver Max, I eat heart attacks. From your mouth to your hands to the floor you're bubbling syntax. What the crickets see is between you and me. What scarecrows think would turn you eyeballs pink. Don't you try to call the cops little girl because before you pics up the phone you'll be dead. Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl, your tounge is withered it's heavier than lead. Won't you just step into the car little girl, your parents don't understand whats in your head. We're really onto something special little girl, you're blushing red, your head can't hide those thoughts of dread. Through the screen door kiss me kiss me like a queen... It tastes like metal in my mouth like rusty listerine. My name is Denver Max please excuse the mask, running down my face, bound by tacks and paste. What the crickets see is between you and me... what the scarecrows think would turn your eyeballs pink... with a face like that you'll never ever make it big, you'll never find a boyfriend unless you get it adjusted... My name is Denver Max and wont you come sit on my lap because the only thing you own is everything you lack. Don't you try to call the cops little girl because before you pick up the phone you'll be dead. Don't you try to call the cops little girl, cops little girl, your tougne is withered it's heavier than lead. Won't you just step into the car little girl, your parents don't understand whats in your head. We're really onto something special little girl, you're blushing red, your head cant hide those thoughts of dread. By the time we hit Tuscon your parents little girl, parents little girl will be wondering where their pretty little blonde has gone. By the time we hit Mexico you'll know little girl know little girl that Denver Max will always be the only one. By the time we hit the ocean we'll jump little girl, jump little girl down to find the undersea sun.
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