Lyrics:
Stanley got a letter from King Leopoldo
Summoning Stanley to his house in Brusselo
Riding in a coach from his house in Portobelo
Sailing in a boat,
I keep a MAC-11 on my fucking seat
Can't let them beat me up like Rodney King
I used to have a dream something like doctor King
Bought a Mag 90 with
hopelessness is setting in
I'm scared the slump will end and the irreparable begin
And in the wind I succumb to what's humane of its thrum
It's only momentary
to hear some more
About the Beast seen shuffling
Across the forest floor
And the interest he expresses in their daughters
Oh, Doctor, Doctor
I cannot
sister
And in this corner, we have the "Mr
Not-Havin'-It," it's the Mad, sinister
Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for
This little antagonistic faggot
Welkom
In us paradies
Klop 't zand van je voeten en kom mo binn
In club donny
Dr is gin betere plekke, dr is gin betere plekke, dr is gin betere
of the page
But in order to read it, you gotta let go of the rage
Independent forever (forever)
I don't need no doctors from letters (letters)
Independent
not heard Covid?
Corona ring a bell?
Guess I'm a tattle-tale
Guess who's smart, never grouchy
Yup that's right, Doctor Fauci
Watch him daily from your
I'm losing patience and losing track of time
Examinations, but nothing in my mind
I try to resist it, getting weaker every day
The doctors can't fix
Where's my coffee?
Good morning Dr Carter (hey sweetie)
Looks like it's going to be a long day
(Ah, another one, huh? What we got?)
Your first
Where's my coffee?
Good morning Dr Carter (hey sweetie)
Looks like it's going to be a long day
(Ah, another one, huh? What we got?)
Your first
Interzone trippin'
Letter to control about the Big Brother
Trying like Hart to not blow my cover
Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism
The wild boys runnin'
Interzone trippin'
Letter to control about the Big Brother
Trying like Hart to not blow my cover
Bug powder dust an' mugwump jism
The wild boys runnin'
everywhere I go
These days without you
No hard feelins but
I got feelins and
Right now I feel them love
Way more than ever
The four word letter
Wrote
my ro
I ain't talking bout no woah
I'm talking this gold rolex
Ya i'm only bold letters i only talk in bold letters
I only text i don't send no letters
tried to explain
I'm feelin like I am still locked in them chains
And sending out letters that's full of my pain
My tears hit the letter and leaving
this?
Modern Prometheus, Dr Frankenstein
Your wretched hubris
Left me forever alone
How could you do this?
Modern Prometheus, Dr Frankenstein
Your
a preacher, but
We can pray if you wanna
Ain't a doctor, but
I can make you feel better
But I'm great at writing physical love letters
I'm a freak, all
Dear Dr. Doomâ?¦.
I read your recent letter,
You left so soonâ?¦.
I hope you're feeling better
Noble hearts decision
Mind gold lies the future
stuck here in our heartland stalling
Her nerve is twice as cold as the icebox in my fridge
I'd write you letters but she took away my privilege
I'll be
and death smell lingering noxious mixed scent anxiety omnipotent doctor
grinds the cage door revealing loves primal instinct taken away the tiny
face
dawn, shackled in chains
Actin' humane, black ski rack on the rage
Got brains like Danny Ainge, one shot aim
Five grains, Timbs leaning, knaw’mean yo, uh
a dark corridor
Then opened the post one morning
Woke up one morning
Doctor Bucks' letter
Of my own making, I walk a dark corridor o'er my heart
Be smart shrink the world?
But I can't wait to see the doctor
Dust-off ready
Take-off
Oil a mink
Follow the locust
Write a letter, drop a card
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