Splinter Sinister

so stop.

you have to think about this...

it's fuckface,

and we're back in this place...

on top of all that, i'm out of cigarettes

ether, and morphine.

unfinished and unfurnished i'm just lookin' for pleasure

so baby doll pour me a whisky and turn up the stereo

because tonight we're gonna have a real good time

just stop and think about this...

i'm fuckface,

this place is all too myself...

i can smoke grass in the living room

without morphine or ether

nor a need to stop anything.

i'm like splinter

without the turtles

and it is glorious

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