Clod from Taintler by Charisma Rat

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2.	Clod	5:30

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Because my home hasn’t any love
Come here without form, exist as a clod
Haven’t any gods, but tools to build it up

Hey, buck up your chase, old grace
Isn’t there a place for your tastes, what you do?
Somebody keeps their sights on you as you age, bold-faced

Cause the fog to roll, the nerves to be at rest
Live inside the same, but only as a guest
Belong to empty cold, the rain at your behest

Hey, what would your dad do?
Do you think he’d be glad his son ain’t no fun?
Do you think he’d squeak and groove?
In the nude?
Would that be rude?

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from Taintler, released September 5, 2019

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