Language Barrier by Grouch
head down, in the rain
don't you think i want you to?
let's play telephone
i'm the rubber, you're the glue
drop this flattened blossom in an envelope
and send it to you
to fight this
the language
barrier
hey self-murderous
too much love has clogged the world
it's all dirt and flesh
digging through to find a pearl
pluck it and seal it in a pouch now
dispatch it to you
oh the lips they taste like freebase
and the joints of freebase too
meanwhile i'm inland with saint russell
sniffing airplane glue
i hope somebody loves me
when all of this is through
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