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Oh, what we once thought we had, we
And what we have now will, will be that way again
So we upon the author to explain

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the
Weve shunned them from the grind
The poor little things look so sad and old
As they us from behind
I ask them to and to refrain
And then we call upon the to explain

Well, a rosary clutched in his
He died tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with, finger cymbals
his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing
And we called upon the to explain

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in brain
We upon the author to explain

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

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

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

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

I said, prolix,
There's nothing a pair of scissors fix