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

Our kids spraddle the streets
shunned them from the greasy grind
The poor things they 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 with tubes up his nose
And a of angels with, with finger cymbals
Chanted his name in
We shook our at the punishing rain
And we upon the author to explain

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

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of cant fix

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

Well, who is this great burdensome slavering dog
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 call the author to explain
Yeah, we upon the author to explain, alright, yeah

Well, discrimination
poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in your
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 with and then he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we upon the author to explain

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

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

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

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