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

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
a pair of scissors cant fix

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

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

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third world
Infectious disease, global
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in your
We upon the author to explain

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

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

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

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

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