| In the name of callous talk:
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| This unborn age has reached its botch
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| Lollipop, Lollipop
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| Mouth of salivatng froth, thy stomach does as stomach wants, contagious every
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| single suck, the flavour takes it, takes its time
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| Lollipop, Lollipop
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| Can’t contain the nervousness that creeps into the loins of us. |
| Our fate
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| concieved of block by block and word for word we walk the talk, hapless,
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| every single one of us, we favour this in the ways that we waver
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| Lollipop, Lollipop
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| Hazing is punch or be punched, we whimper what we have not fought,
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| the body bruised, our fingers fraught, we want the lollipops to be our bread
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| and bacon, in out blood and our bones, our brothers to be naked with, terrify,
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| although our words will be vacant, in the name of talk and this godless
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| creation
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| Lollipop, Lollipop
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| Turning into sap
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| The incredulous man
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| Stumbles as he glances back
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| The harrowing way
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| Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
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| Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws and a stomach knotted by
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| thoughts of lollipops, stick into a hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants
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| worn leaving the shop, with a skip and a hop, what a bim what a bop,
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| what a bim what a bop what a bim, what a bop, bop pop
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| Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
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| He’s taken in hand
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| Led by his favourite band
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| Mumbles as he dances
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| In a crumbling gang
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| Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
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| Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a parking lot, our loot spread
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| out, an even glop, our eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every
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| single one of us, in this hapless condition that we made ourselves,
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| in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our bodies drop, when the rhythm stops,
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| when the rhythm stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops STOP! |