You set placemats for three: one for him, one for me. There are cameras in the washroom. They know what we look like, they've tasted our insides. Their mother set fire to the house than she walked out. Oh god, what a maniac. I wish that she'd come back we'd mate on a countertop. I'm kissing my cousin while no one is looking. We took all our clothes off. Oh what was I thinking, I must've been messed up. That sad faced comedian planted himself in the depths of your heart. The devil will tear us apart.

I got into words and buried my face in the earth. You must be fucking insane. Listening to you Christ you must be insane, fucking insane.

When it happened you blushed. I obsessed myself on your reaction. I felt like a violent man and went to your funeral and brought out the ouija board. The sadist got picture of chainsaw held up in his notebook. The rapist got picture of schoolgirl hidden under his sleeve. Believe me. Oh darlin, come back we'll get married just north of the border. Practice! It's incest, my lord, oh my cousin/mybride.

I got back to work and buried myself in the gospel. Because work it'll drive you insane. Listening to me it'll drive you insane. Fucking insane.

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Placemats Set For Three: My Twin Sister, The Lord, song meanings
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