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Oh, what we once we had, we didn't
And what we have now will, will be that way again
So we call upon the to explain

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

Well, a rosary in his hand
He died tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels 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 against the likes of you and me
In this idiot of the moon
Well, he knew 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 young people gather my feet
And they ask me things but I dont know where to
They ignite the trail straight to my fathers heart
And yeah, again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we upon the author to explain

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

Well, discrimination
Mass poverty, third world
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in your
We call the author to explain

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

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

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

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