| My orchards growing lightning
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| Your haircut turns to worms
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| My cocaine turns blue and stops breathing
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| Your collarbones snap like a snare drum hit
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| Your children start speaking hieroglyphics
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| Your moon’s deep purple bruise
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| My T.v. |
| plays a tape loop
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| Of humans evolving into skyscrapers
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| The whales are drowning all I hear’s a sickening grotesque tone
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| The sky is changing colors no eye has ever known
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| So grab your pistol, grab every bullet that you own
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| Your face is changing shapes that no bone has ever known
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| Everybody, get the fuck out
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| Everything is so fucked up now
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| Mass exodus! |
| Black streets bleached black
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| Everybody, run like hell
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| Everything is fucked to fuck now
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| Mass exodus! |
| freeways jam packed
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| Gulls with childrens faces
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| Drop exclamation points
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| There’s flood water at your ceiling
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| You’re on a raft made of family portraits
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| And all my teeth, they fall out
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| Your fingers turn to tongues
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| My pregnant wife just gave birth
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| To a mushroom cloud shaped killer bee swarm
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| The whales are drowning all I hear’s a sickening grotesque tone
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| The sky is changing colors no eye has ever known
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| So grab your pistol, grab every bullet that you own
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| Your face is changing shapes that no bone has ever known
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| I think the earth has stopped spinning
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| It’s been twilight for fourteen days
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| I hear that old familiar sound
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| Of someone playing the national anthem |