I was born a Yankee, then realized I was Banksy 🎴

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LYRICS

I set my hair on fire, 
Count ten, then I do it again
I stand between presence and absence
My queen keeps my balance
Copulated with a dead vampire
Ejaculated blood, mud, and black fire
See visions with eyes closed 
Take a deep breath, then hit I download
Coffee’s my crack
Don’t feel sorry and don’t look back

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Greet my guests with an acid test
Misanthropic, minimalistic, 
I only hang with the best, fuck the rest
Sowing seeds into the weeds 
Blood bleeds for purpose in my life of service
Each day’s a leap of faith 
Bless gifts the Mighty gave
I pray, don’t play safe
Always run with the flow
Sleep with a gun under my pillow
And let my hunger grow

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It’s easy to stand still
But the real thrill’s walking above ground
It takes skill to become unbound
The hand of the Almighty 
Can sure feel feisty
I’m sand dust, and bones
Pour me in your ice-tea 
Through microscope and telescope
I saw no hope
Choked when I realized this world was a joke

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Devils on my shoulder
Raise hell when I’m sick and sober
I greet pain with my joker
Keep dangers close, and my angels closer
I quit floundering in blood
Got up and emptied mud from the tub
I dig wabi sabi
Happily sassy, savvy, funny and funky
Riding on lightning feels like flying 
But it’s way more exciting
I go on a limb
Tread on ice that’s thin as skin

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I took my girl to the stake, 
We shook the shimmy shake 
And smoked salami til it was way too late 
A vampire bit me twice
She implied it was nice 
So I said ‘bitch, roll the dice’
I collect riddles without answers
Whistles, shouts, and banter
I’m half scout, half gambler
Hear my tone, roast my bones, suck my phone
I’m your host, welcome home

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Don’t need memory, what I need is forgettory
Planet’s a purgatory, pass me Deuteronomy 
Gimme astronomy, how the stars have wronged me
Nothing belongs to me, nothing will calm me 

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The Genesis ends with the Apocalypse
Think Jesus would have grieved us? 
Their profits, their benefits, my nemesis
They gaslight those who act right 
Their gas pipes smell like asswipes 

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I stand at the point where all times are present 
Crammed like a joint cause I’m tired and hell bent
Cultivate anonymity, masturbate with impunity 
Morality and sanctimony are only vanity

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