Psychoanalysis Is A Bitch by Torgny Lyrics
Please please please please please attack and fuck the shit out of me. Grab me, stab me, take me anywhere, I don’t care. I was there. No one is a legend. Everyone popped out of someone’s pussy. Some were pulled out of someone’s stomach. Some were pulled out of a stomach and died by stoning later in life. Mark Zuckerberg put a brain in my head. Then he fucked the shit out of me in D D D D with a big — not blue, but orange — strap-on and his Android forehead. Celebrities and fetuses catapulted to the forefront of capitalism. We saw it. Gassed to death. K-hole, KKK, Kathy Acker, Kim Wall, Kim Deal, Kim Gordon, Patti Smith, Joni Mitchell and Joan Jett, Grace Jones, Cosey Fanni Tutti, Cardi B, Zyklon B, Plan B, Rest In Peace Mike Ternasky, Questionable forever. No compromise in in in in insert any city. Humanity was there etcetera etcetera etcetera whatever whatever and there was a war and she was hot and there was some kind of medical waiting room
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
Var det bare en fantasi? Fatter’n la hodet på dynen, dritings og gråtende, var jeg der? Var det natt der jeg vokste opp? Oslo Oslo Oslo, der nattklubbeieren holdt kvelder åpne for de under 18. DJ-boothen var en båt som hang i kjetting, og jentene fra naboskolen slo oss i bakken med... Ikke vær så NRK-voksen!
Jeg var fyllesjuk da jeg fikk dødsbudskapet
When we didn’t sleep for three days, drunk. Pants down to our knees in a back yard in Cologne. My dick turned soft when I tried to put on the condom. But then it got back up again and we fucked. Was I there? Her bleeding knee staining my cargo pants. I’m a stain on the couch. The hundreds of hours on the couch. Fuck my inner vastness. I’m trying to externalize parts of this vastness through verbalizing. Trying to verbalize freely. Trying to say it all just as I feel it. Just dance it out. Jazz it out. Jizz it out. I’m so embarrassed. This track is so embarrassing. My train of thought: so embarrassing. My train of thought doesn’t make any sense IRL, but it does to my therapist. He wants that shit, and when he first spoke he he I I I psycho an an an bitch
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
Don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
Var det bare en fantasi? Fatter’n la hodet på dynen, dritings og gråtende, var jeg der? Var det natt der jeg vokste opp? Oslo Oslo Oslo, der nattklubbeieren holdt kvelder åpne for de under 18. DJ-boothen var en båt som hang i kjetting, og jentene fra naboskolen slo oss i bakken med... Ikke vær så NRK-voksen!
Jeg var fyllesjuk da jeg fikk dødsbudskapet
When we didn’t sleep for three days, drunk. Pants down to our knees in a back yard in Cologne. My dick turned soft when I tried to put on the condom. But then it got back up again and we fucked. Was I there? Her bleeding knee staining my cargo pants. I’m a stain on the couch. The hundreds of hours on the couch. Fuck my inner vastness. I’m trying to externalize parts of this vastness through verbalizing. Trying to verbalize freely. Trying to say it all just as I feel it. Just dance it out. Jazz it out. Jizz it out. I’m so embarrassed. This track is so embarrassing. My train of thought: so embarrassing. My train of thought doesn’t make any sense IRL, but it does to my therapist. He wants that shit, and when he first spoke he he I I I psycho an an an bitch
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
Don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere
I don’t care — take me anywhere