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A Wilhelm Scream
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we went away to the mountainsto corporate restaurants,corporate foodmama and papa got liquorand gun storestorching this city downi had a thought and i lost itit was a monument, decent and puretook out a razor and made my own picassohold me when im ready nowi made it far,to the bleeding of your hearts remains:to the point i care about your lieswhen the mayor owns a pizza chainand were sick of moving, we decide...im gonna wreck thisand like a snake sticks to its hole,he wont come outtil the sun soaks upthese dead streetson the way back from the mountains,stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youththought of our ages and stopped itwe blame our diets on changes in moodwe made it far,to the bleeding of your hearts remains:to the point i care about your lieswhen the mayor owns a pizza chainand were sick of moving, we decide...im gonna wreck thisand like a snake sticks to its hole,i wont come outtil the sun heats up these dead streetsand i knowwere gonna make itbecause your hearts in your intentionsyou and me,we will resurrect these dead streetsyou and me,we will resurrect these dead streetswe went away to the mountainswe only stayed for a night
