Nozzle by Rasputina
Nozzle lyrics
Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: a few thoughts
on the subject by a little nothing. What was
so obviously strange, yet mystifying true
about the whole situation, was Miss Connie
Pallups failure to grasp that the time was
indeed now if she was to ever recover vitality to
her immortal envelope. Oh sure, she liked
perfume, and she had a lot of it, too. But
pampered wisps do not a clothdoll make. And
there we have a lesson that is easier to
speak of, than it is to -how you say- live
by?
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