| Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
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| Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
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| Shinier still and stick the fork in him
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| He’s done boys
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| He’s done boys
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| Where will you sleep my stomach
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| My second stomach through the trees
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| Handicapped, buzzing out on the steppes
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| Spooking yourself in the breeze
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| Somebody dies, somebody don’t shave
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| Ruminating the slimy stars
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| Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
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| (Kad tad, kad tad, kad tad, kad tad)
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| Polish it more and stick the fork in him
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| (Kad tad, kad tad, kad tad, kad tad)
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| Shinier still and stick the fork in him
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| He’s done boys
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| He’s done boys
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| Faces of the grass go lengthening
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| The lengthening faces through the ice and the sun
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| Faces lengthen go lengthening faces
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| Into lengthening faces from the branch to the grass
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| With buried heads they stand in full view
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| Eyes sliding of the faces up and up
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| Slide up the faces and up the sun
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| And up the faces go lengthening faces
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| Eyes are sliding above the tall and peaceful grass
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| Polish the fork and stick the fork in him
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| (Kad tad, kad tad, kad tad, kad tad)
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| Polish it more and stick the fork in him
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| (Kad tad, kad tad, kad tad, kad tad)
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| Shinier still and stick the fork in him
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| He’s done boys
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| He’s done boys |