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will wood and the tapeworms - black box warrant (bonus) [live] lyrics

black box warrant (bonus) [live] lyrics
yes, jon?
ladies and gentlemen, jonathan maisto!
big round of applause for this guy for putting up with my sh+t for so many years!
(nice shirt, jon! thanks! you’re welcome!)
working a little bit better now buddy?

[verse 1]
well, he collapsed with stevens+johnson syndrome on the e.r. floor
anaphylaxis with a pack of bottle rockets
the way he spun his b+tterfly risked all six his phalanges
with a bag of tangerines in his back pockets
and the method with which he recycled his [?]
started to leave stars in the corners of his eyеs
and looked through the white+out rеvelation
shame he saw no stars even underneath a [?] skys

[pre+chorus]
shields himself from reason in a [?] jackets
quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
[?]
[?] table people to the power

[chorus]
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
if it was going to k!ll you, boy, it would have by now
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down
[spoken]
well, he was uh, well he was uh.. he was uh..
he+ he was+ he was+ he was carrying this briefcase filled with t++th that he had ordered online from china
and he had slung over his shoulder
the skin of a cat that he grew up with
and then had uh stuffed to preserve it’s memory in physical form
but decided that with the skeleton inside the cat and all the stuff+ stuffing it+ it was too heavy so he removed the skin from the wire frame of the taxidermy thing and he+ he slung around his neck like a scarf and um.. he was

[verse 2]
wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
around his lotus jugular when they came
well they found him with a map to every victim of his love
and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line cry
a hymn out in hungarian harmonic
but he c+cked his noggin, through his stoma sang, “for auld lang syne
happy birthday to the succulents, i’ll die your hydroponics”

[pre+chorus]
his rib cage was a h+rnet’s nest, palpitations set the beat
his vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
he wondered if christ+consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

[chorus]
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
if it was going to k!ll you, boy, it would have by now
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down
[spoken interlude]
you settle into a new mind
in a philippine tub ring paradise of a queen size suite of a window micro telecon a lodge red roof in nights in super eight whatever else outside richmond virginia
i curled up an old showtime softcore p+rno and flipped through my phone for a few hours
picked up a bag of swedish fish and a fistful of chocolate covered cherries and a pack of marlboro next for three dollars and ninety cents the bodega by the waffle house
i spun my eyes over the beautiful floral arrangements blooming and tessellating in the stucco on the walls anything i figured to keep my mind off those goosebumps that were rising and squeaking and cracking and quacking and threatening anaphylaxis and asphyxiation with every sharp inhale that i took with the thread of stevens+johnson syndrome behind my flesh and i watched as my skin crawled upwards to form a flesh noose to hang me from the rafters of that place i had found myself in and i watched as my epidermis took on the shape of whatever i feared the most in that moment and i sat there down in that fly trap ashtray contemplating my next move and weighing out the pros and cons of every last rotten pose!
it was either wilmington north carolina or the nearest hospital!

[chorus]
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
if it was going to k!ll you, boy, it would have by now
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
there’s no more looking back
no, no there’s no more looking back
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
ah! ah!
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
if they were gonna k!ll you, boy, they would have by now
for what? for what? for what it’s worth
there’s no more looking back
no, no there’s no more looking back
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
it’s looking up or looking down!

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