X - yes, I *do* mean "X". It was a band.
Today you're gonna be so sick so sick you'll prop your forehead on the
sink say oh christ oh jesus christ my head's gonna crack like a bank
tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes-so late like a candy bar wrapped
up for lunch that's all you get to taste poverty and spit poverty and
spit nausea bloody red eyes go to nausea bloody red eyes go to nausea
bloody red eyes go to sleep you're talking out of harmony you can't
remember what you said cut it out you feel retarded take the scissors saw