| Bleary Android in his gummy sack
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| Don’t let him get to you
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| Or let him start interesting you
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| Count the moments till the
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| Beast comes back
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| (Cock and Sock Town all on lockdown)
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| Morning rictus on the blighted stair:
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| Seize the moment with hilarious despair
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| Night time was pretty now it’s such a pity
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| He’s just a huggy bear that nearly lost it back there
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| Where the lights shine, it’s not a good time:
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| It could go anyway
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| Mining for meaning in the House of Song
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| Tried to be so strong but just Woke Up Wrong today
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| Barney Manglue
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| With his running gags
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| (You wouldn’t want to do the kind of things he wants from you)
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| Butcher’s sawdust in a hundred bags
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| (Needs that soak-up since he woke up)
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| Stretch the moment with his steely claw
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| Spread this second to infinity and more
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| World-matter rattle. |
| it’s a losing battle
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| (We always knew it had a tendency to get bad)
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| With the fire-hose under the bed-clothes
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| Whiling the time away
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| Lamprey Da Sousa found the nights too long
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| In his silver thong
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| He just Woke Up Wrong today
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| Beery Hand-Jew
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| Where the great bird flies
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| He hasn’t given in
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| You haven’t heard the last of him
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| Stridulation -half a million cries-
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| Butched-out-come-down
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| Top-down-shunt-round
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| Swept to power on a wave of joy
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| All the balloons up
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| For a special little boy
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| See how he rises to his glittering prizes!
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| (Something sublime behind this vacuous design)
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| You wait a lifetime, and it’s a hard climb
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| Just to get by ok
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| Fuel up the feeling 'cause you don’t get long
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| 'Ding dong!' |
| I just Woke Up Wrong today |