The Lick

So in the past week I've made several trips to the gynecologist
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 He was surprised to see me standing there
 With my golden ticket hanging out of my left pocket
 And as I entered the building
 I saw large acrylic paintings span the ceiling
 And the stale smell of silicone clung to the wall
 I breathed it in, I breathed it out
 I thought nothing of it then
 And I think nothing of it now
 I think nothing of it now
 Salutations are in order
 To welcome forth our sweet disorder
 So why don't you sit in the corner of your room
 Sit in the corner of your room
 And download the next greatest track to your mp3 device
 So sincerely recommended to you by the New Musical Express
 You can pick it up, plug it in
 And have it ready for free-roaming material before you know it
 Then you can stroll on round to your friend's house
 And play it loud and proud
 As you sit around in a circle
 And skip one minute and thirty seconds into the chorus
 So we can all sing along and gaze and marvel at the four chord future
 Cause that's what we want
 That's what we need
 Something we can touch
 Something we can feel
 Something that's relatable not debatable
 Relatable not debatable
 Relatable not debatable
 Relatable not debatable
 Salutations are in order
 To welcome forth our sweet disorder
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 I don't want to be heard if you're the only one listening
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 Bathe me in blood and call it a christening
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 I don't want to be heard if you're the only one listening
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 Bathe me in blood and call it a christening
 Bathe me, bathe me, bathe me in blood
 Bathe me, bathe me, bathe me in blood