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[Aesop
that for me...thanks

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

Rock]
Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fresh
Make sucker burn for days, I'll be impressed
Circlin past the bigot, procreation baked in advanceable
Then and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and nature but recognize absentee
And sappy ballads couldn't fill the
This game's in the giant Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!
(No asking you to feel the narc, brother!)
Hmm, fashion
I'll find my own to shake a finger wrapped in
Realigned mine knives in justice
this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash
Brimstone clone with legs and dim
Ten Zen crafts
Things cooperate like dog participants litigans
Picket well or or burner style clinic
with the basics
P-H imbalance to the malice martyrs spaceless
Then daytrips
I to be the halo that jumps off the brain
Of the who decided some pictures 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 creek
Interrupting a pagent
settling to madness
I keep my ghoul spirit
Until the warriors return to the Coney Isle Wheel

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

[Robotic 4x
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Rock]
Okay, tell me who you with and I'll tell you who you are
I walk a mile with a attached to your freak seminar
It's a modern sensation on the boulevard of
To sweep your broken hopes the rugs then hug the playpen
This pushing through the loose pins and a strait jacket
A maverick classed in a category
They had him parallel with a glory division
(I could devil dreams out of thermos)
Yeah, with a whiskey
It's like, nine o'clock (I'm up) spit obscentities
My girl on my cape, smoke a bone then work my dental tree
The clear day's laced with a classic mother nature set
got my papergrain's wings wet
Voyeurist amendments lack expansive coverage in the
I dance with shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling
I've done my chores according to God's
With holding the wheel and nicotine working the pedals
Metal kings that tends to rapel the pebble
Kettle screaching out the
I live to autograph the iron curtain doveback feather pens
Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn my Cleopatra
Minor (Major) slap on the wrist
For the tennants lacking the arms to the rarity of thick friendship
with a "Yes sir"
Change of to ankle
Each the angle
I'ma call home the rock meets the angels

4x

[Robotic voice] to fade*
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