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

Our myxomatoid kids 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 we call upon the author to explain

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

He said, is messed up 'round here
Everything is banal and
Theres a planetary conspiracy against the 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 down the street
And people gather 'round my feet
And they ask me things but I know where to start
ignite the powder trail straight to my fathers heart
And yeah, once again I upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call the author to explain

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

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third debt
Infectious disease, global
And deepening divisions
Well, it in your brain
We call upon the to explain

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

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

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

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

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