What they don't know… is that you like it. And eating his fucking chicken, fattening up like a prize fucking heifer? You changed the scenery, but not the fucking situation - and the warden makes house calls. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy's money, buying your dollies and your knick-knacks. They didn't release you 'cause you're better, Daisy, they just gave up. And meanwhile, I'm blowing the guys at the bus station for the money that was in her fucking robe! You come back all sweetness and light, and sad and contrite, and everybody congratulating you on your bravery. And I played the fucking villain, just like you wanted.īecause it makes you the good guy, sweet pea. And I told Daisy to her face - what everybody knew and wouldn't say, and she killed herself. I'm fucking consistent - I told you the truth - I didn't write it down in a fucking book! I told you to your face. ![]() You wanted your file, I found you your file. ![]() I'm playing the villain, baby, just like you want. Razors pain you, rivers are damp / Acid stains you, drugs cause cramps / Gun aren't lawful, nooses give / Gas smells awful, you might as well live. There's too many buttons and they're just - There's way too many just begging to be pressed, they're just begging to be pressed, you know? They're just - they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me that I'm a fucking whore, or that my parents wish I were dead? You know, there's too many buttons in the world.
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