Marijuana’s A Working Woman of Montreal

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[Intro]
In the sensory overload chamber massage the android until it turns on
Die once every three minutes, something to look forward to throughout your day
When people ask me my gender I just tell them brunette
Oh their brains are on peroxide, phony pride speaks only when it should’ve cried

Naifs in decay return into TV, depression stunned celebs who are suborning people who need people to get in your face
Catalog a new low and England is rife with lurchers

[Pre-Chorus]
A jasmine chorus of mountain cur, she loves her Bowie-eyed bat faced girl
The shadow’s attempt on my life, autumn breaks it’s back for new hauntings
We saw the White Witch of Glenwood then got high and watched ourselves as re-runs
In lemon-tinted glass fans curb auto-cleft musicians to play together
Pages of sound arc Andalusian raga the bloated influencer in repose
In the part of the brain that karma allows anyone perfect to be chic

[Chorus]
Maybe we should fight it always seems to make everything better
Maybe we should fight, maybe we should fight
Maybe we should fight it always seems to make everything better
Maybe we should fight, maybe we should fight
Maybe we should fight it always seems to make everything better
Maybe we should fight, maybe we should fight
Maybe we should fight it always seems to make everything better
Maybe we should fight, maybe we should fight
Maybe we should fight it always seems to make everything better
Maybe, maybe we should fight
It always seems to make everything better
Maybe

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