| John Cage gets into the airport
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| But the airport is not into him
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| And so they agree to part amicably
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| And Cage takes the train into town
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| Ants have a system of governance
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| From which one could learn, I dare say
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| But when I get an ant on the tip of my tongue
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| I spit it away with a cry
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| I have a dear friend, Captain Harlock
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| And he sits at a table of wood
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| Lapping my words up, because he has heard that
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| Some words are better than food
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| I love throwing rocks at the tigers
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| As they cower in their cage at the zoo
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| But now that the weather is colder
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| I’d rather be throwing those tigers at you
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| An old electrician from Bremen
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| Took a frazzled electrical cord
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| Connected one end to the Devil
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| The other he lashed to the Lord
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| Everyone’s murdered by Charlie
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| Or would be if they lived long enough
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| He moves in and grows in the holes of your nose
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| And sooner or later you snuff
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| This is the problem with dreamers
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| They’re all sitting safe as a house
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| For all the world, sirs, as the earthquake occurs
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| As if butter would melt in our mouth
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| The fall of the system of Usher
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| Was achieved by a triumph of will
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| The clown as a proxy for Mother
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| And Daddy takes care of the bill
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| The loneliness of Kaspar Hauser
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| Strange thoughts occur in the brain
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| If you want to stay strong, make up little songs
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| To stop you from going insane
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| So John Cage gets into the airport
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| But the airport is not into him
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| They agree that it’s key to live separately
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| And Cage takes the train into town
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| And everyone’s murdered by Charlie
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| Or would be if they lived long enough
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| He moves in and grows in the holes of your nose
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| And sooner or later you snuff |