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Neurotica/The Howler
King Crimson
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"Neurotica"
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Good morning
It's 3 a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters
Ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window
I see cheetahs in their tight skins and tired heels
All-night hippo in the diner
Crossing the street swarthy young herds of Impala
Flambastic gibbon even a struggling Monza
And over there that brilliant head ornament on that
Japanese macaque but look closely
At the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill
It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet
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The stench and the noise, yes, yes
The howler's resonating repertoire is not too bad
When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler
The impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and
The glass-eyed hawkers hawking papers I can certainly live without
Also, be cautious of the poisonous laughter of boomslang
Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queenfish
Who's that babbler on the corner
Conversing with a magazine stand?
Evidently, he's getting a good reply
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Arrive in Neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
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Arrive in Neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
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I have no fin
No wing, no stinger
No claw, no camouflage
I have no more to say!
Say!
Isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there
Look at that mud puppy bush baby noolbenger
Rhinoderma spring peeper marmoset shingle back skink
Siren skate spoon fish sun-gazer and suckers
They seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue
Random animal parts now playing nightly right here in Neurotica
So long
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Thank you very much
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Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley silhouettes
With cigarette coiled
To strike at passing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire
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Here is the sacred face of rendezvous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey like intellect
In lunatic minds
Intent and focused on the long thin matches
To light the howling fire
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No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, I don't want to burn
No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, I don't want to burn
No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, burn, burn, burn
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No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, I don't want to burn
No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, I don't want to burn
No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
No, no
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