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

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third debt
disease, global inequality
And socio-economic divisions
Well, it in your brain
We upon the author to explain

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

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

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

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

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