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

Our myxomatoid kids the streets
Weve shunned from the greasy grind
The poor little things they so sad and old
As they mount us behind
I ask them to 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 of angels with, with finger cymbals
Chanted his in code
We shook our at the punishing rain
And we called the author to explain

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

Well, prolix,
a pair of scissors cant fix

Well I, I go down the street
And people 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, again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah well, down in my bolt hole I see 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 call upon the author to
Yeah, we upon the author to explain

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