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

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

Well, a rosary in his hand
He died with tubes up his
And a cabal of angels with, finger cymbals
Chanted his in code
We shook our at the punishing rain
And we called upon the author to

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

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

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening divisions
Well, it does in your
We call the author to explain

Oh, now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the
Hey, Doug, how you
Well, he me a book on holocaust poetry
Complete pictures 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 of scissors cant fix

was a jerk, Berryman 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
Yeah well, I call the author to explain

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

I said, prolix,
There's a pair of scissors cant fix