| Mother was a dancer in the Folies Bergère
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| Where Father took a shine to her legs in the air
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| And I was thrown to mysticism
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| From the schism sewn there
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| Squirming in the light
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| Burning, erudite
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| A yearning parasite, au pair
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| Dearest Papa was a rolling stone
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| Calling to the cosmos on the lobster telephone
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| Clocks are melting
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| Helter skeltering
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| Children with mouths to feed, breed in squalor
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| How paternity turns from thee, Avida Dollars
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| Ready to make a scene, we’d rather parley
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| Now eternity worms in thee, Father Dali
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| Surrealist, can I feel this dark creative energy?
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| Tortured by my demons and my insecurities
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| Swans reflecting elephants, ants swarming killer bees
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| Loather, lover, rake
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| I overcompensate
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| A supernova fate to be
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| Dearest Papa was a rolling stone
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| Galling fellow mutants with his bellowed overtones
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| Clocks are melting
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| Helter skeltering
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| Bending the arts to lead the starch dog collars
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| How modernity learns from thee, Avida Dollars
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| Ready to make a scene, we’d rather parley
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| Now eternity worms in thee, Father Dali
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| Thus I finally find inside me
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| Her spirit rising, all-confiding
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| It’s calling out to be
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| A voice on the wind
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| Pulling me closer
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| Screaming in my dreams
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| Haunting me
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| Mi Amor…
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| Feverous with wealth and gain
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| Showmanship will leave a stain
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| Canvasses are mine to pain
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| A monumental mentalist
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| Mephisto born out of the tryst
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| I am this bastard narcissist
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| Do not judge my excesses
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| It’s best to merely see
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| A flamboyant clairvoyant
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| Bouyant on fantasies
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| The Great Masturbator
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| My fate will come later
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| Clocks are melting
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| Helter skeltering
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| Your children have mouths to feed, our leader hollers
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| How paternity turns from thee, Avida Dollars
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| Ready to make a scene, we’d rather party
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| Now eternity worms in thee, Father Dali
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| Father Dali
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| Father Dali |