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Let me put you up on Bob's
Controller of the warm deep that charms cobras
Mostly it was ulcers over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or bane?
Hm, late after cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a hour on week night in the trenches
Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent
sprinkles
I right yum
Whether ache or fever
Keep the funnel cake I'm honey in vitro
In the of similar believers
Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and at the facial features
Now the yeast, a phoenix in the hydrogenated
Equal parts flower, faith,
Might replace previously nominated jesus
But only if you privy to the secret of all secrets

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

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

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

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

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