| The moon crashed into the desert
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| It gave me my brand new home
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| These souls come to feed in my crater
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| I eat 'em as fast as they come
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| I dig your love and affection
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| I dig your voice on the phone
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| So pour some coins in my crater
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| I spend 'em as fast as they come
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| A greased up atomic pavillion
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| A great way to swallow my time
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| But I do think I need a stronger witness
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| To watch me blow my mind
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| You ain’t digging on my questions
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| And I know I ain’t digging on your lies
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| Keep on selling me my future
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| And I’ll keep on wearing my disguise
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| Bullshit may last forever
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| But my fuse gets shorter every day
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| I’ll be glad to take your money
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| But gladder to burn it all away
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| So won’t you put my dick in plastic
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| And put my brain in a jar
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| If there’s something left of my spirit
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| It’ll find you where you are
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| Still so goddamn hungry
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| I’m feeding off my own bones
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| So lay me out in my crater
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| And nuke me 'til I glow |