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I Need A Dispatch
04:02
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Flecks of dead skin
On the hotel bathroom sink
Sunburned and white
And I need a drink
To summon last night
I was a god, and you were a god
In our kingdom by the sea
But come our noontime checkout
We'll be coughing blood, you and me
My skin peels off in layers
As you open up your eyes
I've never felt so naked
And so chock full of lies
The bedsheet rope I dreamed last night
Is nowhere to be found
I should have left this morning
I could have swum and drowned
Flipped on the TV
Bob Vila builds homes
Maury's guest wrecks them
Home Shopping sells phones
And I need to call someone
An ambulance or a hearse
I need a dispatch
It's gone from bad to worse
The crimes that we committed
Were victimless and silent
Our souls are scorched and pitted
Our eyeballs searching, violent
We threw the good book out the window
It landed softly in the sand
And left a dusty soul-shaped
Silhouette in the night stand
Flipped on the TV
Bob Vila builds homes
Maury's guest wrecks them
Home Shopping sells phones
And I need to call someone
An ambulance or a hearse
Yeah I need a dispatch
It's gone from bad to worse
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