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Maniacal Frenzy
03:27
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At night I live in technicolor
The day is black and white
So I outlined my life with a colored pencil
And much to my delight
His blood became ruby red
And splashed across the screen
My teeth became white as pearls
When I appeared on your TV
Smile, Beguile, and Laugh Out Loud
Turn that grin into a frown
During business hours I’m a heap of trash
But I’m an after-hours clown
If I keep you close, will you hold me tight
And take this pain away?
‘Cus the gem in my brain is moissanite
But it sounds like a penny arcade
[CHORUS]
You Don’t Listen, Do You?
It’s a Fucking Comedy
Why is Everyone So Rude?
I’m a Maniacal Frenzy
I heard that money makes the man
And wasn’t sure how true it was
Til I took the time to check online
And learned all kinds of stuff
It said that cigarettes will kill you
But only if you smoke
Said the death toll from the doom scroll
Was nothing but a joke
I picked up certain phrases
So that everyone could see
That I’m the type of person
That they would want to be
Over and Over and Over again
The golden age of misery
It’s nice to be on top of the world
Even if that world is a maniacal frenzy
[CHORUS]
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Hello My Baby
03:09
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