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The Real Motherfucker

from Everything, All At Once, Always by Corpus

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Wouldn’t have picked you up on the wayside, honey
Give you a rap on the knuckle
And then I send you home to yo momma
Babe, this is called karma

He’s a man on a mission
Not hindered by inhibition
He’s into nuclear fission
He’s into wars of attrition
He’s like a fish out of water
He’s probably fucking your daughter
He’s about them all fun and games
And about maintaining the rage

They call him bootstrap bourbon
He’s wearing boots and a turban
He lives with unbridled fervour
Subversive literature learner

He’ll sit you down and give you a lesson
On tectonic pressure and the recession
And Lord, please bless him for his heinous transgressions

I want to storm your beaches
I want to climb your tower
I want to spill your insides
I want to make you cower
I wanna roll, I wanna roll
With the real mothafucker
And I and I and I

“What a blast, that’s the last”,
That’s the hurt that she said,
“I’ll peel your bones and drive you mad”

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from Everything, All At Once, Always, released June 1, 2013

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