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Stan's been seeing and we're not sure what to do
His screaming keeps the house up all night
we've never touched his closet and his problems are few
Something 'bout his disposition just right

The young boy with the life affirming needs
in the garden
And knows that he's praying for Stan

All the strangers on the mountain tops
Quarrel, babble, they dance
Clouds on the tell of impending doom
You know seem to be saying that we don't stand a chance

Large chunks of evidence were into my shirt
As the navy doctor fell asleep a tense surrounded us
Brilliant lights in the sky
Everyone is beautiful if not unrecognisable

Sometimes it's as simple as the stakes on a
Sometimes it's as as a renaissance lute
Stuffed animals into ?
You know even laugh at the people we shoot

The tender young boy with the life needs
Still waits in the
And sure that he's praying for Stan

long lost poets like to regenerate
With new arms and they sort the mail
Cast iron officers around
The president that he'll grow a tail

of ? ? and
Float into the sky at AIIIEEEE!
Oh damn it configurations against the gawky savage
? ? mayhem ? the streets of ? ?