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[Aesop
Count for me...thanks

[Robotic 4x
One, two, one, two, three,

Rock]
Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fresh
Make that sucker burn for days, be impressed
Circlin past the bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then ball and scurry up the grass to his marbles off the anthill
I gerth and nature but recognize absentee ballot
And sappy ballads fill the void
This game's in the Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No one's asking you to the narc, brother!)
Hmm, fashion
I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger in
mine knives in divine justice
Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with legs and dim
Ten Zen crafts
Things cooperate paper dog participants litigans
well or ride or burner style clinic
Acid the basics
P-H imbalance to burn the martyrs spaceless
Then fabricate
I want to be the halo jumps off the brain
Of the genius who decided some deserved frames
(God and I are on a first basis)
Yeah I call him God, he me Jesus
When I my religion, he fell to pieces
Blade, dragon, up hell's
a devil pagent
Starfighter to madness
I keep my ghoul spirit
Until the warriors to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel

4x
My momma told me there'd be like this
Days like this, like this, days like this (yes she did)

[Robotic 4x
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[Aesop
Okay, tell me who you chill with and I'll you who you are
I walk a mile a leash attached to your freak seminar
It's a modern sensation on the boulevard of
To your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the playpen
This revolution through the loose pins and a strait jacket
A maverick classed in a bunk
They had him parallel with a tattered division
(I could drink dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, with a afterburn
It's like, nine o'clock (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl ties on my cape, a bone then work my dental tree
The clear day's laced a classic mother nature thunderchaser set
got my papergrain's wings wet
Voyeurist amendments lack expansive coverage in the
I dance with shuckles while you man the grilling code
I've done my chores according to God's
coffee holding the wheel and nicotine working the pedals
Metal edge that tends to rapel the pebble
Kettle out the operetta
I live to autograph the iron curtain with doveback pens
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn until my
(Major) dispersed slap on the wrist
For the lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship
with a "Yes sir"
Change of fatigue to
Each beneath the
I'ma call home the rock meets the angels

4x

[Robotic voice] to fade*
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