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Let me put you up on Bob's
Controller of the warm deep fryer that cobras
Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over legs
Will go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a witching hour on week night in the
Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent
With
I know yum
Whether ache or fever
Keep the funnel cake I'm glaze in vitro
In the company of similar
Sleepless, who the walls breath and foam at the facial features
Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially
parts flower, faith, healing
Might replace your nominated jesus
But only if you privy to the following secret of all

Shh, every night at 12 would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the of hot fat
Show up 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the

I oil too, not for scarfing
For CCs of innovation that screech into free parking
Purple heart and 2nd chin that him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard
You can chew the eucharist in form
Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet
Pluck, nose for
5 cow like a mime with a rope going nowhere
Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen,
Combing apple over with folk of opposing cultures
Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze
Each progressively more
Yet if threatened will defend the bread as codefendants
Some lose or view it as superstition
You can tell a ifyou are down to kill them

Shh, every night at 12 would march out from the back
With a of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 get your god back
If you're tuning in, walk into the light

The fat boys are back, foam fingers open arms
To feverishly reclaim their from golden jars
And stagger through the pulse ofthe gulch on a builder's
Hiding high behind his guilty powdered-sugar
Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a dicey
I'm snake-eye straight to the icing
Might, fortune-teller up your favorite paper stripe
Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis haters
Who compromise the lights and flavors
night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan
Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the like butchers in bloody aprons
Can I get a amen?
AMEN, hazelnut of the lost,
navigate consecutive pastries stations of the cross
No name no
Know the where it virgin mary toast by the loaf
bob

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the
With a of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the