Snowflake-Inc. - Tough Titty Lyrics

Let me please watch you get some
Watch you get some
Let me watch you get some
Watch you get some
Whilst I toy with my innards
With my innards
Toy with my innards
With my innards

Oops! I'm sorry you bumped into me
I guess I'm too apologetically correct, my mind's a wreck
My skin keeps falling off of me
Tried super silver valproitic steroid pill cystoscopys
I'm never lonely when I sleep I peel so much I sleep with me
Achoo

God damn, how shitty
Bite down, tough titty
Withdrawals, not pretty
Get bi, get gritty
Sad clown, pure pity
Less frown, more witty
Right hand, so sticky
Shit town, worse city

But my lifestyle's, allergenic
Coco puff, I'm carcinogenic
The particles you breathe? I shed it
Your birthday? Forget it
Chat your bird up get her into bed then wet it
But there's endless wells of wellness hells when snickers and sniggers are triggers
Our priests now write us prescriptions
Sleep till the day you're no longer with us

Come on, hey
Be considerate
Won't you consider it
Write lines that rhyme and are easy to mime
Cos half of us are illiterate
There's shit on the linen that we line the room we livin' in
Shit's what we're living in
12 steps for giving in

Oh I'd love to show a part of this we could consider positive
But politics and noncery are like white knighting and chivalry
But I can't stop clawing at my internal organs
Sore beyond proportion
Self extortion, mighty morphing
Immune distorting - self abhorring, no keeping score but I've been known to force abortions

God damn, how shitty
Bite down, tough titty
Withdrawals, not pretty
Get bi, get gritty
Sad clown, pure pity
Less frown, more witty
Right hand, so sticky
Shit town, worse city

Punchline? I don't get it
Erect over? Kicking your head in
I know that you know you're better off deaded
Gone roll up your corpse in the bedding that I bled in
But there's endless wells of wellness hells when snickers and sniggers are triggers
Our priests now write us prescriptions
To sleep till the day we're no longer with us

Come on, hey
Be considerate
Won't you consider it
Write rhymes that rhyme with rhymes that rhyme
Cos all of us are illiterate
There's shit on the linen that we line the room we livin' in
Shit's what we're living in
12 steps for giving in