Who will write me some lyrics?
I'd like the song to include the following theme or line: "Hungry enough to eat my arm, but I'm saving my lunch for lunchtime."
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(formerly titled: Mordechai and the Monocle)
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Slice my lids and call me a crime, pump my stomach, there's nothing left but grime, I'm an empty vessel, a waste of time, Hungry enough to eat my arm, but I'm saving my lunch for lunchtime."
Sustanance reeks of paradoxal blues while my one-celled roommate ignores the news. They mold themselves arouund threats and fear...before i expunge, i gotta get another beer.
Food becomes poop
Hungry enough to eat my arm
Food becomes poop
But I'm saving my lunch for lunchtime
Splash
Flush
Thank you.
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