| Jello jello jello jello jello jello…
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| ho ho ho i’m jello jack the jolly boneless boy.
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| i live inside a jar beside the rooster boy named roy.
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| they pour me out upon a platform and the people stare
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| at eyeballs in a pool of flesh surrounded by some hair.
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| i wish i was a cowboy or maybe just a bird
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| singing simple melodies that no one ever heard
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| soaring with the winter winds and bringing in the spring
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| sharing air with orioles and bumblebees that sting
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| and making babies proud of all the bugs that i would bring.
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| i’d sit up high above the ground and laugh as i looked down
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| at all the silly humans as they slowly trudged around.
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| but as i see the end of evening turn into the night
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| the bird inside my brain becomes a light that is too bright.
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| in his dreams at night he hears a white hot light
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| and he knows that god is singing in his dreams at night.
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| hot heat smolders smoking embers
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| vibrate deep, vibrate deep
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| cause teeth clinch, cause vibrate deep
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| inside the sucking sound of suction,
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| suction, sucking sections of my soul,
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| sucking sections of the only thoughts
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| my mind will salivate and drool
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| and press against itself and press
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| against itself and feel the cursing
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| flow of fever, driven, biting, grinding, clinging,
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| ream the center of the sun
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| with shafts of solid steel
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| know that there is nothing like the feeling
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| of those steel fingers up inside
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| of something sticky, sweet and wet
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| feel the lips of licking licky wet liquid;
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| feel the tongue that touches the tips of sharp pointed things |