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Every bristle is a bayonet, this most recent the sharpest one yet
It shows, it goes, it shows then goes, it goes to show that
Every bristle is a bayonet, their forebearer my deepest regret
It shows, it goes, it shows then goes, it goes to show that
Every bristle is a bayonet, appears through skin and then festers like sweat
It shows, it goes, it shows then goes
Honest and true you'll never be
Or anything close to what I used to see
Ravaged by age, unsightly scene
I can't find the words for what's in front of me
I'm looking for ways to make you see
That all you have left is what you mean to me
'Cuz once you have gone I think you'll find
The shit that you've pulled is all you'll leave behind
All these bristles form a battalion, from hairless sap to female Italian
Youth spayed, youth splayed, youth spayed and splayed open
All these bristles form a battalion, deftly hung a hair medallion
Youth spayed, youth splayed, youth spayed and splayed open
All these bristles form a battalion, proudly worn like mane of stallion
Youth spayed, youth splayed, youth spayed then splayed
Just shows to go
Just grows and grows
Living in the shadow of a 5 o'clock shadow
No longer in the shadow of a 5 o'clock shadow
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