| It’s catastrophically rude
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| To wink at the sun
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| With like a seed or star or something
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| Starting under your tongue
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| The labyrinth of natural history
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| On my palms snakes direct into my TV/VCR
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| My animal skin and my VHS tape
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| Hang in lit woods like a fractal
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| Getting sleepy, sit or be pricked
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| Choose the chair or choose the cactus
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| Your throne for a tour with the birds
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| A picture of our dinner in the window
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| Merely assures of a nice place to eat
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| Where am I going that I’ve got to drive through
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| What are they fixing that they’ve got to scoop
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| The street out all night
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| They must be digging for the source of some
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| Lethally evil force
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| Like food buried alive in the fridge stinking up
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| The dream that we actually live
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| This train is tense
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| The panic starts making sense
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| That’s when you have your interactive
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| Halloween bear accident
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| I run in the family
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| I summon my cousins near me
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| Like dearly beloved spirits
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| I know from the cemetery
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| They light up my ceremony
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| With rum from the weeping ceiling
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| They deal in forbidden metals
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| Too heavy for me to carry
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| I sweat votive death acid
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| I hang from the swing set gallows
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| The myth in me isn’t missing
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| It’s linked to a phony shadow
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| My fortune tells of no magic
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| I’m voodoo too close to Sabbath
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| When the drop out pulls the lever
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| The crisp connection is severed
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| Forced confession ain’t so bad
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| I go where I like oh yeah
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| Hang me like you fly a flag
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| I know who i am oh yeah
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| Forced confession ain’t so bad
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| I go where I like oh yeah
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| Hang me like you fly a flag
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| I know who i am oh yeah
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| Yeah
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| The gang speaks Saturday night
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| Out the face of death,
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| I either change or die
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| My body found bound behind the chevron
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| My love a most irreverent
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| Flickering cartoon flame from an antacid commercial
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| Here’s a two for one deal, love’s violent
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| Thoughtless, rape crazed, light bending
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| Grief giving, navigator riding bride-slicing super citizen
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| I tell you buddy these are the days of miracle and blunder
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| No small wonder we sweep the mall with the
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| Mention of murder
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| And it’s a long-distance call from the massacre at Chuck Norris hall
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| The institution is licking its brick walls
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| So warn the town the beast is loose, the hedonist
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| The reason for him leaving wasn’t even the juice
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| He’s just
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| Amused to death and
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| Standing perfectly still
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| The statue barbecues my brains
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| On the usual grill
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| The kidnapper has crushed
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| His old Christmas devil forever
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| The butterfly master general’s a
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| Photogenic submissive recycled
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| Popcorn Godzilla
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| With reaper repellant tee shirt
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| A pussy pathetic detail to look for in his
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| Novella
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| Big as it is, can’t find the good in all things
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| It’s the beat beneath that betrays you
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| Your hero’s heartrate in close quarters is
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| Major, it’s the beat beneath that betrays you
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| So
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| Look up at the sky and squint
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| At wild annual events
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| Wonder where your body went
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| The cult has reached a fever pitch
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| Forced confession ain’t so bad
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| I go where I like oh yeah
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| Hang me like you fly a flag
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| I know who i am oh yeah
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| Look up at the sky and squint
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| At wild annual events
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| Wonder where your body went
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| The cult has reached a fever pitch
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| Forced confession ain’t so bad
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| I go where I like oh yeah
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| Hang me like you fly a flag
|
| I know who i am oh yeah
|
| Look up at the sky and squint
|
| At wild annual events
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| Wonder where your body went
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| The cult has reached a fever pitch
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| Forced confession ain’t so bad
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| I go where I like oh yeah
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| Hang me like you fly a flag
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| I know who I am oh yeah |