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Oh, what we thought 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
shunned them from the greasy grind
The poor things they look so sad and old
As they us from behind
I ask them to and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third debt
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it in your brain
We upon 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 me to get ready for the rain
And we call the author to explain

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

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

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

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