| No one’s got the time, and then it’s noon
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| He’s all maroon and blank as the eyes of a rooster moon
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| Blue-hearted science or a raindrop’s whale
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| He’ll sail out past the plankton
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| Roaring to the surface with Japan coming up
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| Like a terrorist for breakfast or a wire in his heart
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Maybe he could eat another shoe
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| He thinks he’ll fly again, down where the goldfish die
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| He could rhyme it with an offhand word
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| But then h’d never get a scond breath
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| Or he would murder on a glitter pirate ship
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| With a mallet and a sparrow and a coin-op lower lip
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| Take a breath or he would murder on a glitter pirate ship
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| With a mallet and a sparrow and a coin-op lower lip
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| The mirror’s coughing up an image that hates you
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| Hearing every missing beat and never a breakthrough
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| Needle or a haystack, you can see where it gets you now
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| Oh yeah
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| There’s so much to being a fly
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| Oh yeah, there’s so much to being a wall
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| Oh yeah, there’s so much to being a crank
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| Oh yeah, there’s so much to wondering why
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| Oh yeah, there’s so much to being a wall
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| Oh yeah, there’s so much to being a crank
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| Oh yeah, there’s so much to being a fly
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| Oh yeah, there’s so much to being so much |