"Slamming Doors" genre: Punk
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	A tale of parental neglect and spiritual disease.
	Label: Stimmung Records Credits: Guitars and Vocals: Jason Johnson Drums: Steve Clark
	Lyrics I was raised in a metal shed, On a bag of rice I'd lay my head. My best toy was a broken thorn, I left my hope in a can of corn, I've run so long my mind is dizzy, I've always got to keep it busy. (chorus) The evil thoughts are penetrating, My skin has stopped regenerating, I used to have some eyes like yours, But they changed from all the slamming doors. My dentist gave me bags of charlie, In trade for drilling on my gnarly. I'd steal more drugs from careless nurses, To numb me of my life lifelong curses, Come cauterize this weekend bleed, It's a sick and tangled dusty weed. (chorus) My drive is like a tumbleweed, I only take now what I need. I was dealt a crappy deal, I've forgotten what it's like to feel, I've run so long my mind is dizzy, I've always got to keep it busy. Come cauterize this wicked bleed, It's a sick and tangled dusty weed.

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