Norman from Blow by Charisma Rat

Well gee whiz, I need a stick just to handle this ‘biz
A crucifix, well you know I’m taught
I’ve got a rosy nose at the end of my hose
And I’m full of stimulating thought

Well, who’s sniz it is I’m dreaming with?
Oh la-hord, I better stop myself
But what she does for me when I get lonely
My god, I fell I’m someone else

A while it’s been since I had good sin
So cold underneath my sheets
But it’s quite alright, cause by the end of the night,
I’m hollow, I’m well-enough beat

Well, it’s shattered trees in my house of bees
Ain’t seen no-one else at all
But I pick this scab and it makes me glad
Well, peel off

Well hey, here’s a rhythm to explain these words
Ain’t naught but a hermit first
Well come see, it’s just me in my namesake tree
Well, fuck me, I always get so hurt

There’s nothing for me in my home
Oh no, how I’m so alone
There’s nothing I can do for you
Unless you’re thinking of me, too

• Rock
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• punk
• Baltimore