| I’m pulling the pavement from under my nails
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| I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
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| The sloping companion i cast down the ash
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| Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash
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| Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
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| To grow with them spindles, the mutant i seize
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| I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
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| And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees
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| Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
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| Police in a corner, gunnin’for you
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| Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
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| Laugh when they shoot you, say
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| «please don’t do that»
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| Control for smilers can’t be bought
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| The solar garlic starts to rot
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| Was it for this my life i sought?
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| Maybe so and maybe not (maybe so and maybe not)
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| Was it for this my life i sought? |
| (maybe so and maybe not)
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| Control for smilers can’t be bought (maybe so and maybe not)
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| The solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so and maybe not)
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| Was it for this my life i sought? |
| (maybe so and maybe not) |