| Well, along in the twenty first hour
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| When the whole damn grid goes down
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| This is how a party gets started
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| In for a penny, in for a pound
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| All at once the whole joint goes quiet
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| And all the wavy lines go straight
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| One fool among fools is wondering
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| What happens if I die too late?
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| Get back with your dime store nihilism
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| Big daddy’s on a glory run
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| Gettin' down on the cellular level
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| Just in case I got to call someone
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| Darkling down on a darkling plain
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| In the dim dank night of the pissin'-down rain
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| Darkling down on the balls of his ass
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| While he prays and waits for the storm to pass
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| Lemme show you where the good thing happens
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| It’s a barbershop in Inglewood
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| Too bad we won’t get past the bouncer
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| Sadly I’ve been banned for good
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| Well, there’s a coffee shop right? |
| round the corner
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| The proprietor knows my name
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| Cup of Joe and a Vicks inhaler
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| Now you’re ready for the big boy game
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| Steady son come seven come eleven
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| If either one of us can count that high
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| Muscatel if the deal gets dicey
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| Milk and honey in the by and by
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| Darkling down, it’s a damn disgrace
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| Going round and round in a very small place
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| Darkling down with a hole in his soul
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| That he can’t explain and he can’t control
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| For the fun or for the money
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| For the fuck of it or just because
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| Listen friend, this is no damn picnic
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| But let’s imagine for a minute that it was
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| Who will feast on this buzzard’s banquet?
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| Who will render my heroic bust?
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| Who will choke on my lachrymose musings?
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| Who will eat my zero dust?
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| Who will wear this puke-streaked tunic?
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| Who shall gorge on this cup of spleen?
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| Who will sing about the good, bad and ugly?
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| And all and everything in between?
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| Darkling down, this is God’s good man
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| On his hands and knees livin' God’s good plan
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| Darkling down and we don’t know still
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| When he’ll come around if he ever will
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| Darkling down on a zero-G dive
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| And we just can’t say will the fool survive
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| Darkling down in a seven-G turn
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| Glowing like a coal in the after burn |