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doc waffles – diabetes lyrics

[chorus: doc waffles]

tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something
the diabetes is coming the diabetes is coming
tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something
the diabetes is coming the diabetes is coming

[verse 1: doc waffles

there’s 800 codeine stashed in the chandeliers
all disease will be cured by 2012, p-ss that cancer here
out of shape like ice-t was in surviving the game
i took a blood pressure test, the readout said denny mclain
my morning routine: new york times, raisin bran
run up into the pharmacy in my robe making insane demands
“invent a pill to make my t–th whiter
or i will have you sued by sam bernstein and geoffry feiger”
then you can catch me blazing fire with my main man sheef
playing street fighter two with no shirt on as zangief
i blow a line off the spine of steinbeck
while brushing my t–th with the seams of a high fastball
p-ssing through a stain gl-ss chagall during the governor’s ball
during a hurricane while playing eroica on a circular saw
we’re on some “where the purples at?” y’all?
the sun is carried across the sky on a turtle’s back y’all
what happened who ate my tarts?
was it catherine the great white shark?
between tennis lessons and recessive traits
bus stops restlessly waiting..limbs…tension…aches
bed bugs are required when wagering impressive stakes
revenge at room temperature, served on inexpensive plates
a memo to your mother the bird:
soon we’ll be landing submersion treatments would be preferred
a rare collection of stamps…
eclairs, refreshments for a tape repaired commencement of tramps
r. mutt luggage concealing a terrible secret
gauzy airplane bottles…weren’t we just there in a dream ?
appropriating the apes and the essence, wool capes and depressants
dog-earred paperbacks, costume grapes and irreverence
then what do you tell her when you stare into them baby blues?
freud and i shared a birthday, also a favorite food
a funny way of saying things i ape his elocution too
so when i mean p-ss the rutabagas i say “sap the beta rouge”
to every last maddening attraction i am called to action
with every last tooth decayed fragment of my college latin
always out of groceries is what i get for being so listless
sick hawk at mack & st. john in hoc signo vinces

[chorus: doc waffles]

tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something
the diabetes is coming the diabetes is coming
tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something
the diabetes is coming the diabetes is coming

- doc waffles lyrics

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