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Corollary to Third Degree

2010-07-30 22:50:52 by caphand
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Me and Fish rewrote the lyrics because they sucked. Here they are, Third Degree 2.0:

Change of pace,
These god damn chords don't fit here,
My 'art' erased,
My patience burnt and seared,

Hey faceless face,
What's with the third degree?
"Oh would you shut up son,
You're thinking of Jeopardy"

Oh no I'm not,
These grey stone walls are all I've got,

Everytime I write a song I know,
I'll always get the lyrics wrong,
Without your company,

And these days they slide behind,
These bars my thoughts the form small scars,
With no comfort for these seeds,

You leave me with a third degree,

I've done no heinous crime,
committed no act of treason,
but like water to wine,
My lies are without reason,

pressure applied,
he cries 'this is not torture!"
And so beneath my wires,
I mutter words blue unlike water,

Oh no I don't,
I have not tales to have moaned,

Everytime I write a song I know,
I'll always get the lyrics wrong,
Without your company,

And these days they slide behind,
These bars my thoughts the form small scars,
With no comfort for these seeds,

You leave me with a third degree.

Hopefully I'll have time to record this with the proper lyrics sometime soon. Until then, keep the ratings coming bros!

Here's me getting my Homer Simpson on. Does Halfway To Homer make more sense now?

Corollary to Third Degree


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