Mad Science (explicit)

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What if I want hugs AND drugs?
Drugs are love we love our drugs
Am I rhyming drugs with drugs?
Hope is dope so hopes a drug.

But hope has never got me high
And dope has never told me lies
So hope is for a widow wife
My life is dope I'm high on life

But dope has taken everything
And left me in a little hole
Praying god that if I sing
You'll toss a quarter in the bowl

Shoeless feet, shaveless face
Homeless poet, absent faith
I wish I was a murder case
On the news without a trace

And now I dream of going mad
Or maybe half would be less bad
A scientists I'm mad from birth
I WILL DESTROY THE FUCKING EARTH

and start again without a hitch
Her name is hope and she's a bitch
But she will learn to love our home
Or she will learn to be alone

But I will not repopulate
I will end the human race
Then I will die both high and slow
The universe won't even know

And it probably won't give a fuck either.

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