Jet Ski

I don't need to dissect you anymore. I've seen your insides. I've pulled out everything wrong and rotten and wasted and weighed it against what was right and true and the differences are staggering. Depressing. There aren't enough priests, voodoo witches, prayer circles and spells to exorcise your demons. Your brain is cracked, your heart is black and you have nothing to offer anyone including yourself. 

Ain't got no more
No more candy for you
I'm not yr rocket ship
or yr motor boat
Yr movie set
or yr cartoon show
Not yr fucking VCR
Not yr avant gard postcard idea
I'm not yr oilwell
I'm not yr bloodbank
I'm not yr bullet proof vest
Or yr visa card
I ain't got no candy for you
I said I'm not yr vacation spot
I'm not yr footnote, freakshow
Or yr latest cause
I'm not yr view to a kill
I'm not yr background tune
I'm not the nutty story
that yr neighbors been telling to you
I ain't got no candy for you
I said I'm not yr oilwell
I'm not yr dimestore novel
or yr prison cell
I ain't got no candy for you
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