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

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

Well, a rosary in his hand
He died with up his nose
And a cabal of angels with, with cymbals
Chanted his in code
We shook our at the punishing rain
And we called upon the to explain

He said, everything is up 'round here
is banal and jejune
Theres a conspiracy against the likes of you and me
In this idiot constituency of the
Well, he exactly who to blame
And we upon the author to explain

Well, prolix,
Nothing a pair of scissors fix

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

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

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third world
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening divisions
Well, it does in brain
We upon the author to explain

Oh, now hang on, my friend Doug is on the window
Hey, Doug, how you
Well, he me a book 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 know I say prolix,
Some a of scissors cant fix

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

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

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