Forked
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Trippin' over Gouda as I walk on the moon Hope you brought the whole army cause I brought the platoon Suit it up, astronaut, drew it up like Castro's thoughts Boot it down, shit's too hot, smoother than a plastic fox Massive rocks Boulders thrown Passive stalks of soldiers grown Passion speaks to those unknown Pleather beach, metal chair, shoes on in my underwear Stole a wig, rental hair, bruises like a soft eclair Roll it big, mental snare, lights are off and no one's there Build a house then build a home Do it daily Build a Rome Swing strings, the universe Voodoo blessings say we're cursed Nurtured by an army nurse Real big tits, designer purse Jesus in the undertow Holy wars are undergo Leper wearing magic cuffs informs you of the tragic stuff Casting spells and snorting bones Talk down on the telephones Used to be an army brat til his incident with dat Went to jail and named himself Died and lived up on the shelf Went to Heaven, got declined made his journey down to Hell Devil fury, fork flicker tongue Vodka with expensive rum Drink that shit like medicine Resonant Bells clang, preachers sang Born unto us a miracle Imperial Leader so the theory's null Parking meter, meter's full Pop-tarts with some cereal Lesson learned, the meeting's full Pander the retreating soul and gather something meaningful Ever meet your true savior? Outside of the crafts house eating itty bits of paper? Logging off the universe, tossing out genericisms Open mind, illiterate, bow down to new religion Bow down to new religion Peter piper picked a peck of proper prostitutes Tickled their fancies, sent the remnants down the laundry chute Garbage pail, carve a whale, arrest the truth and pay its bail Start a small business and then make it a point to make it fail High school bullies make it to the guidance office Detention time make the bunch listen, Cindy Lauper Average joe, middle age, when glow sticks were all the rage Bought a boat to ease the pain from when his daughter went insane Turned the boat into a prison Sold to gypsies on Thanksgiving At motels we make a living Day by day, we take in guests Entertain with honest jest Live your life, we'll do the rest Travel outward to the ear Meet a coward struck by fear Say you're lost, ask for directions Says he's lost the last election Took a hold of the boy's soul Took it in, he paid in full Locked inside a little jar Watch him go off, flying far Ever meet your true savior? Outside ofthe crafts house eating itty bits of paper? Logging off the universe, tossing out genericisms Open mind, illiterate, bow down to new religion Bow down to new religion I said ya ever meet your true savior? Outside in the lawn making use of paid labor? Phasing out the universe, tossing out his lyricisms Closed mind, deciduate, I can see the devil in him Locked away in himself Closed doors, no one else Compass broke, bought to croak Know my way, least I hope No one here, darkness swallows Disillusioned, no tomorrow Falling backwards, in reverse Think I'm done, call the hearse Light is there, halos glow Watch my body down below No one's there, Heaven rings Sirens, ambulances sing Nowhere to go, I'm surrounded EMTs and families crowded No one here, whisper ear "Have no worries, Devil's here" Damn
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