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Oh, what we once we had, we didn't
And we have now will, will never be that way again
So we call upon the to explain

Our myxomatoid spraddle the streets
Weve them from the greasy grind
The little things they look so sad and old
As mount us from behind
I ask to desist and to refrain
And we call upon the author to explain

Well, a clutched in his hand
He died tubes up his nose
And a of angels with, with finger cymbals
Chanted his name in
We shook our fists at the rain
And we called the author to explain

He said, is messed up 'round here
Everything is banal and
Theres a planetary conspiracy the likes of you and me
In this constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to
And we call upon the author to

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

I, I go guruing down the street
And young people gather my feet
And they ask me things but I dont know to start
They ignite the trail straight to my fathers heart
And yeah, once again I call upon the author to
Yeah, we call the author to explain

Well, who is this great burdensome slavering dog
That mediocres my every
I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a sucker
Its up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and encyclopedic
I call upon the author to
Yeah, we call the author to explain, alright, yeah

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, world debt
Infectious disease, global
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it in your brain
We call upon the author to

Oh, now hang on, my friend is tapping on the window
Hey, Doug, how you
Well, he brings me a on holocaust poetry
Complete with pictures and then he tells me to get ready for the
And we call upon the to explain

Well, you know I say prolix,
a pair of scissors cant fix

Bukowski was a jerk, was the best
He wrote like wet paper mach but he the Hemingway
Weirdly on wings and maximum pain
We call upon the to explain
Yeah well, I call the author to explain

Yeah well, in my bolt hole I see they've published
Another volume of rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves were moving
Well, you, ya thank you, thank you
And again I call the author to explain
Yeah, I upon the author to explain
I upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to

I said, prolix,
nothing a pair of scissors cant fix