| Tiny spirits in a k-hole
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| Bloated like soggy cereal
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| God will come and wash away
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| Our tattoos and all the cocaine
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| And all of the aborted babies
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| Will turn into little bambies
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| Wounded river push along
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| Searching for that desert song
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| And Mozart’s requiem will play
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| On tiny speakers made of clay
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| Tell my mother that I love her
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| Martin Luther, you’re an angel
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| Charming monkey, saunter swagger
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| Drunken donkey, limbs disjointed
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| Your chest is a petting zoo
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| Mexican pony, fucked up shoes
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| I dreamt one thousand basketball courts
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| Nothing holier than sports
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| Dragonfly, kiss your tail
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| Precious robot, built so frail
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| Universe of milk and ember
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| Your hot kiss in mid-December
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| What’s God’s name? |
| I can’t remember
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| Through the crack eye lovely weather
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| Through the crack eye lovely weather |