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black vinyl man black plasticised imagination
more fodder for the new lost
i got a question to send you to the closet
why you let us do it like JONI does it
there you go again, giving it your best
so hard to make it sound like all thee rest
and as your factory sanctifies wooden soul
you gave us T.V. dinners, now it's T.V. 'n' roll

we're p
growing up
to radio

i got political inclinations to
but no way, if it doesn't with your accounts
i got some spiritual for you
i know it's gotta with the corporation view

growing up
we're p
to radio

you can it in the streets
you can it in the elevators
you can find it where the ladies wash hands
it emanates from on the wall and it'll
be coming in disposable tin cans

my soul shows art to me, but dollars says my
wall street lunches showing us the way to go
why tolerate numismatical polity?
there isn't any other way, there isn't any other way, the pity

growing up
we're up
to musicola