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This is how the city-folk and connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated counties making you

Harvest all Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil art
Pardon, cadaver had a pulse
And littered volts all the village where the skittish pigeons molt
polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers
He roasted in the open blisters
But blind anarchy slips through the
See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing itching to pull it back
With that organic invention to have some ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of details
And lot of will taper out
A wooly mayor souse, who ?? shooting at the bladed mouth
Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper with janky funds and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart
Man, freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found his four furry wrists severed
I walk face-first the sex, drugs, and church
With things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works
But no hostages, no
Out the corporate constant sprockets
Now grommets
Running a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk
Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first
Some toddlers Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's a fucking at the door asking for wallets (yeah?)
And those twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!)
2010 showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus
Evolution for the killer convenience

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is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

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Paper route check
This is how the hermit and the bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, even the babies got
snipers having clock-tower fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a crisis when you're ten years young

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than pistol
It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will you
Just show the saints at gate you should be on the list
"I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a crucifix"
Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal fleet
Off the sliding board of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought
Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and medulla
After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get and shoot the school up
I'd do it too, but only to exploit
Teenager beef passed alligator and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping
Amongst that have yellow backbones
De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle
By the itchy index of an fraggle baby
maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee locked box
clips that light the sky in seconds
like newly communal hop-scotch them leverage
Cut with mortars while I mumble
in the slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie wonder
Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride
For tomorrow the holsters are bound to the roaches
I'm not a
But that won't even jolt the
when global terrorism's all the and folk get smoked local
Block, if you me (yeah?)
I had to to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?)
If I'm not in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low
Strays vacate slow

Radio check
check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people
Somebody the message, tried to pass it to the next next
Data-perforated making you upset-set

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New flash check
This is how the hermit and the bee connect-nect
Somebody's losing track of their and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you

Now a-days, even the babies got
Diaper snipers having fun
Misplace the bottle, might a bad one
Have a mid-life when you're ten years young

Aboard the battleship sky
The day I got the phone call Jam Jay died
So now I'll probably never another "Daylight"
Because the ?? a ?? into the portable hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to 99 bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please
Mine's got Adidas, in peace