| Things are far more serious then I suspect you’ve been told
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| People are dying up here
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| And that isn’t the end
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| Well how did all this happen?
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| We have been completely cut off from Earth
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| Any chance of restoring contact?
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| Very little sir, We’ve lost all direct communication
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| I gave em two sixteens in a lucid dream
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| With the muses playing theme music on a super string
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| Watch me do my thing when the hypodermic stings
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| I could intervene by turning Mr. Hyde to Mr. Clean
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| From lean mean dope sick fiend to pristine
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| Stick to piff and nicotine, quit menacing the scene get medicine from clinics
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| Say your penance when its finished then its Venice in a vintage rented tinted
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| limousine
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| Big things, big screens with big brother’s ugly mug
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| Selling us a pyramid scheme like a fucking drug
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| And love died with the troubadours, now its all ego driven
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| We’re fetal position with the needle dripping
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| A foul ecosystem, keep on living, be persistent
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| In a prison where heaven and hell are equidistant
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| Give 'em two sets Marie Antoinette necks
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| Stakes is High’s in the cassette deck take it back
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| Everything’s sunny, everything’s lovely, put me on a pedestal, hold no one
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| above me
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| Everything’s pleasant and good, eating breadcrumbs like the little peasant that
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| could
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| Fuel for the furnace combust, learn to adjust, you view the world on the
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| surface with a certain disgust
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| But everything’s sunny everything’s lovely, put me on a pedestal,
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| hold no one above me
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| Catch a stone cast at your dome by a
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| Self righteous sinner that would send Gestapo to tap your phone
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| I got the blues, got a lot to lose, got the news so-and-so passed
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| Check the database for slideshows and photographs
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| You grow detached from your chosen path lose control and crash on a overpass
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| Motionless focused inward, with loved ones
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| Howling like a thousand Ginsberg’s with pinched nerves
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| Robert Johnson gave me his guitar pick
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| I can play super strings and rap about my hardships
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| You could lie through your teeth and spoon feed em arsenic
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| Who could stoop the lowest who could fall the farthest
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| It began when we took an apple off a tree limb, sweet sin
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| Sustenance to sink teeth in
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| Took a risk and got 86'd for high treason
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| The pivotal moment simple components defy reason
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| Everything’s sunny, everything’s lovely, put me on a pedestal, hold no one
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| above me
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| Everything’s pleasant and good, eating breadcrumbs like the little peasant that
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| could
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| Starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration
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| Every god damn thing
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| For all your ills I give
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| You laughter |