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Oh, what we once thought we had, we
And what we have now will, will never be that way
So we call upon the author to

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

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

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

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

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

Well, discrimination
poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening divisions
Well, it does in your
We call upon the 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 and then he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to

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

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

Yeah well, down in my hole I see they've published
Another volume of 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 upon the to explain
I call upon the author to
Yeah, we call upon the to explain

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