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K Holes at K Mart Video (MV)




Performed By: Needle Play
Length: 5:27
Written by: Anthony Clark




Needle Play - K Holes at K Mart Lyrics




Just stay home and die
There's really no need for you to try
So stay home and die
The halls of our Kmart are lined with swine
Hey bro
Get at me!
Get at me!
Spent five Gs on ketamine

I'm real proud of my new investment
Rickety stool and hemp to noose my neck with
My counter is stuck on nil
So I'll pull a bullhorn
Through porcelain beauty
I'm real psyched with my new endeavor
Forty five and a fifth might make my head hurt
My subconscious still seeks thrills
So I'll pull a bullhorn
Through porcelain beauty

Welcome to "tooltown", kid

Alienation from my own class
Hammer and sickle
I bought with Kholes cash

Petri dish existence
Vehement extremism
In our medium
Jesus is
Pleased with obscenists
Me?
I just leach
From the memes

Apebrain in my F-150
Crash into a snowbank

Tools beget doom children
But you're one in a million
Flee to Cambridge
View Victorian films
Entropic solipsistic goth
Prodigies as products of a fallen commune
We plant the dead in mulch beds
In hopes they'll find occasional fulfillment
In a BudLite Valhalla
The chickadee flirt
Parades rose on her tits
In a fatherless hellscape
With mother amiss

Entrenched in rage
Still I remain afraid

Billerica, my love
Teach me to wither
Clip my wings
With the jaws of life
Host my wake
With a flowery brilliance
Celebrate
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Just stay home and die
There's really no need for you to try
So stay home and die
The halls of our Kmart are lined with swine
Hey bro
Get at me!
Get at me!
Spent five Gs on ketamine

I'm real proud of my new investment
Rickety stool and hemp to noose my neck with
My counter is stuck on nil
So I'll pull a bullhorn
Through porcelain beauty
I'm real psyched with my new endeavor
Forty five and a fifth might make my head hurt
My subconscious still seeks thrills
So I'll pull a bullhorn
Through porcelain beauty

Welcome to "tooltown", kid

Alienation from my own class
Hammer and sickle
I bought with Kholes cash

Petri dish existence
Vehement extremism
In our medium
Jesus is
Pleased with obscenists
Me?
I just leach
From the memes

Apebrain in my F-150
Crash into a snowbank

Tools beget doom children
But you're one in a million
Flee to Cambridge
View Victorian films
Entropic solipsistic goth
Prodigies as products of a fallen commune
We plant the dead in mulch beds
In hopes they'll find occasional fulfillment
In a BudLite Valhalla
The chickadee flirt
Parades rose on her tits
In a fatherless hellscape
With mother amiss

Entrenched in rage
Still I remain afraid

Billerica, my love
Teach me to wither
Clip my wings
With the jaws of life
Host my wake
With a flowery brilliance
Celebrate
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Writer: Anthony Clark
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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