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Unless otherwise noted, all songs written by Kurt Wagner
published by Pathetic Hindsight, BMI and administered by Bug Music.
I tried to figure these lyrics out. If you think I fucked up, send me an email. Or if you've got any other song lyrics, send them my way.

hellmouth

well, then i do it
love not not laughter
i do it do it
bug flying out of my hands do it do it
trouble now it's hard to figure out what i did
here we go
CHORUS:
you got a hell of a mouth
you know you got a hell of a mouth
and you know you know you got a hell of a mouth
if you didn't use it


how does it feel so real
act like a train concealed
i'm movin out
i'm holding my head
i do i did it
look at my hands
i do i did it
trouble now here she comes
CHORUS

hey, where's your girl (f. m. cornog)
hey where's your girl
hey where'd she go
did you just get tired
did you just get old
like a beat up doll
that gets thrown away
dumped on the street
near the big highway

you were so tall
you were so fine
but they all come back
they fell in love
you were the one
and you took control
but they all bent down
they lost their soul

i'm going inside...

hickey

he hated to shower
cause he wanted to smell
what was left of the girl
that stayed at his hotel
still the water was warm
with the soap in his hand
as he halted the process
just to stare at this man
in the dark of his room
right after his nap
he buried his face in her pillow
then he stared down at his lap
a small circle of miracles
surrounded his head
that ranged dark blue
all the way to dark red
CHORUS
and in honor of this new affair
he bought some socks and some underwear
he was feelin' so sporty and lookin' brand new
to cover up his invisible tattoo

the box on the carpet
matched the lines on his head
as he was ready to sleep
and he turns down the bed
removes all his clothes now
lays them on the floor
slips under the covers
he hears her key in the door
his eyes blink for a minute
his lids open and close
a cool warmth fills the room
he feels her chest on his nose
his brow brushes her navel
his hand follows her hips
his neck jerks on the pillow
feels the touch of her lips
CHORUS
but not as good as this invisible tattoo