| Russell watched room 27 from across the courtyard
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| Linda Rolla was inside she was about to come down hard
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| He ran a hydroponic farm, not that everybody knew
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| Linda’d run out with the money
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| And his harvest, too
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| Well dah-dah-dah, and dah-dah-dee
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| In twenty seconds it was over
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| That’s how Russ got the seeds
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| Thirty trucks from seventeen states
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| Move out staggered through the night
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| It’s a tough job but temporary
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| And whoever spoils he shit that Russ grows
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| Won’t try to escape
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| And when they realize they’re stranded here
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| They’ll eat everything
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| That gets thrown on their plate
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| Linda’d opened the connection with Doctor Henry last year
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| When he explained about the seeds, she could tell he was sincere
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| He’d been toiling down in Roswell for the E.T.I
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| Who came to renovate this prison back in 1945
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| Linda believed and so would receive
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| Twenty pounds of Roswell seeds for getting Doctor Henry out
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| But ha-ha-ho, and fee-fie-fo
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| Russell broke in on the party and the deal went south
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| Canned meat still costs more than electrolytes
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| The pilot blanked in midflight
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| Goats are trying to eat the plants
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| I’m laying out on the rug again
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| Watching the satellite until there’s no chance
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| Russell waited for two months after Linda Rolla died
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| When no one came to question him
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| He wasn’t surprised
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| There was a strange sensation in him
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| That he’d recognized
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| Knowing if he stopped production he’d be reoccupied
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| What can I say? |
| Sometimes it’s better to pay
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| In the luxury of keeping this behind your eyes |