Auto-Redeemer Songtext

it's like dealing with a waitress you
just serve up all the goods like a pact
with the devil when you know how
shouldn't but then again you should and
when you said you wouldn't i always knew
you would and even when you were bad
you were really fucking good then i got it all ass-
backwards started leading with my tongue and
unlike Moses cleaving ocean my partings weren't
much fun so feed more leftovers serve up
another dish I'll hang up for now you're making me
feel sick
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