Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Music & Lyrics: "The Remedy" by Puscifer (Money Shot, 2015)




Puscifer


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Our home, our rules, respect them or ...
Bitches receive stitches
Trolls receive 86's

Stick around if you're house broken
Can't hold your shit or your tongue
You've gotta
Should you choose to react like an imbecile
You in turn will be treated so

Yes, we're being condescending
Yes, that means we're talking down to you
With all that racket from your lips a-flapping
We assumed you didn't notice

Haters, isolators, no one misses these
Bitches receive stitches
Trolls receive 86's

Yes, we're being condescending
Yes, that means we're talkin' down to you
With all that racket from your lips a-flapping
We assumed you didn't notice

Haters, isolators, no one misses these
Bitches receive stitches
Trolls receive 86's

You speak like someone who has never been
Smacked in the fuckin' mouth
That's okay, we have the remedy
You speak like someone who has never been
Knocked the fuck on out
But we have your remedy

You speak like someone who has never been
Smacked in the fuckin' mouth
That's okay, we have the remedy
You speak like someone who has never been
Knocked the fuck on out
But we have your remedy


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So many people from my past have run total roughshod
through my life.
A sample:
Todd and Stephanie, Brenda and John,
Jennifer and Ruth,
Joe and Kris,
Yancey and Bill,
Liz and Julie,
Sarah and ...
 
I let them.
I trusted them.
I believed in them.
I gave my love to them.
 
They left me, broken and beaten, by the curb.
Literally.
And when I reached out to them,
they weren't there.
 
A person doesn't forget that.
There are some actions that are unforgivable.
I carry that with me every single day.
It provides fuel for my creative work
and it reminds me
that life is short,
to get on with it,
for every day lived as
me,
whom they worked desperately to destroy but didn't,
is a day of victory.
 
They live in their suburban bubbles
and pretend they have their shit together
because they've got the house and the dog
and the spouse and the 2.2 kids.
They've got their lawns and their cars
and their boner pills and their two-ply toilet paper.
 
What they don't have is the remedy.
I pray that I'm the one who gets
to give it to them someday.
Repeatedly.

Repeatedly.