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Hot Stuff Blessed Again

by Pain in the Yeahs

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Crushed up cellophane On the sidewalk of my brain Moral future to claim A washing of hands Can't you see it? Oh no Don't say I didn't warn you Time traveling again Back into outer space The jury returns And you're gonna like it Your New Pangea is A test tube baby love At market price And you're gonna buy it Hot stuff blessed again No time to explain You're too eager to play So be still for years Can't you meet me? Oh no Time traveling again Back into outer space The jury returns And you're gonna like it Your New Pangea is A test tube baby love At market price And you're gonna buy it Oh no
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They say the body is a temple But I think I found a loophole Just behind my right ear There's a portal to my birth year If I lean into the mirror I hear my voice but deeper saying My heart still beats But I can disappear easy I can still see But nobody can see me You better find a better way Make a fist with both your hands Take a swing at your reflection You were made in the image Of everything you've damaged Hopped up on new age fears Believing everything that you hear My heart still beats But I can disappear easy I can still see But nobody can see me You better find a better way

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released September 28, 2022

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Pain in the Yeahs is the primary artistic vehicle for Virginia native James K Ultra.

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