Hookworms

I gave my three cents back</BR>
For the five cents I got</BR>
While I was stuck with fuck</BR>
Thought fucking shoveling nut</BR>
</BR>
I held my breath too long</BR>
And though my brains cells were strong</BR>
Theyıd gone and erased</BR>
Virtually every other line from this song</BR>
</BR>
Iıve forgotten my regrets</BR>
And so Ill do it again</BR>
Through these holes in my life</BR>
Iım stealing my skin</BR>
There will never be enough</BR>
Iıve run out of time</BR>
To find the segments of my flaccid design</BR>
</BR>
And now Iıve got no choice</BR>
But to back pedal once</BR>
For every pedal that twice</BR>
made me thrice renounce</BR>
</BR>
Id given back to the ones</BR>
That had given me none</BR>
And Id taken one from</BR>
All those who had given me some</BR>
</BR>
Through my encasement and outer design</BR>
All my hatred and imperfect lines</BR>
All these segments are now behind</BR>
All the standards that they once defined</BR>