“Pick up the weapon, Marry it, give it your name, Define yourself by it...”A Few Words for the Dead
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Throw Me Out

In our house
Twoís a crowd
You threw me out
Of my own life
You seem want to be a friend

In our house
Twoís a crowd
No more trouble
No more strife
You seem to be at your wits end
I tore apart my oldest friend

How my heart jumped
And may head thumped
As this hard earth
Came up and bumped
As I was dumped

And you threw me out
And you threw me out

Stood at the boundary
Without a clue
Losing you..
Testing your patience
Every day
Opening drawers
Getting in the way

And making a mess
While youíre trying to clean
I guess thatís my function..
Know what I mean..

Throw me out
Donít worry babe
Iím recyclable
Iíll biodegrade
Iíll biodegrade

Iím recyclable
Iím recyclable