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

Our kids spraddle the streets
Weve shunned them from the greasy
The poor things they look so sad and old
As mount us from behind
I ask them to 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 of angels with, with finger cymbals
Chanted his in code
We shook our at the punishing rain
And we upon the author to explain

He said, is messed up 'round here
Everything is banal and
Theres a planetary conspiracy the likes of you and me
In idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he exactly 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 to start
ignite the powder trail straight to my fathers heart
And yeah, once I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we upon the author to explain

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

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, third world
disease, global inequality
And deepening divisions
Well, it in your brain
We call upon the author to

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, was the best
He wrote like wet paper mach but he the Hemingway
Weirdly on wings and with maximum
We upon the author to explain
Yeah well, I call the author to explain

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

I said, prolix,
There's a pair of scissors cant fix