Wrote this one after seeing Mantler play at the Tranzac. I was at home staring at my floor thinking about things.
The floor is where the ants play, the floor is dirty even though I sweep it every day. But you can't sweep enough, if you don't really trust that you won't be left crying on the floor, but I've been broken down and left here before. And you show up all high and mighty with your mop and bucket, well, fuck it.I'm gonna lay down on the floor with the American Apparel girl that lives next door, If I can't have you I want the pretty dirty girls.
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