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Oh, what we once thought we had, we
And what we have now will, will be that way again
So we call upon the to explain

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

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

Well, who is this great slavering dog thing
That mediocres my every
I feel a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker
Its up and he is a fucker
But what an and encyclopedic brain
I upon the author to explain
Yeah, we upon the author to explain, alright, yeah

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third debt
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in brain
We call upon the author to

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

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

Bukowski was a jerk, Berryman was the
He wrote like wet paper mach but he went the
Weirdly on wings and with maximum
We call 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 waves were soldiers
Well, thank you, ya you, thank you
And again I upon the author to explain
Yeah, I call the author to explain
I call upon the to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to

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