be like a
dog
lay float on my back
pull my feet off the ground
let my head hit the sack
I’m muscle in plastic
nyjinski’s bad move
just a white show piece
I’ve got nothing to lose
I preach for the praise
can’t laugh so I gaze
like a bad offset
I’m just counting the days
I’m muscle in plastic
nyjinski’s bad move
just a white show piece
I’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
sonar blips on my arms
my head’s increased
just a hotel inmate
I’m the lover deceased
I’m the latent impression of a dancer’s leg
I like faking persuasion
and laying my bed
I’m muscle in plastic
nyjinski’s bad move
just a white show piece
I’ve got nothing to lose
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