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Sleeping late I Hear the sad horns of labor truck sigh My neighbor walks by, high heels click dry Like half a proud horse down brook I hear somebody's babbling I mistook For a cavalry whispering victory To the sparks in their kindling But, but all their green wood's wept And unmet as of yet by the gases of flame Pressing against the pending physics of my passed down last name Living in the tear between two spaces condemned In one of the many places you're not I am Hiding from my friends in the bathroom at Thrift Town To write this tune down Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Today after lunch I got sick and blew chunks All over my new shoes in the lot behind Whole Foods This is a new kind of blues And what about losing limb or loved one in a duel Dissatisfies you or seems just? As a kid I did not shit my pants much Why start now with this stuff? And man I do not bluff Second caller get spit by a dog or Jeff Dahmer Kisses or stitches No myth for these bitches Lone pawn one master of the cheap pun If I'm not raw I'm just a bit underdone But I'd be okay, cool as a rail If they'd just let us have health food in hell Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Good heavens, background radiation And the black hearts awaiting Not the same since I switched my hair part and started shaving Got x'd my hidden hair, gone corners Oh I'll never be a joiner Lifelong local foreigner I Raw lung homegrown fakin' co-ed naked twat Second tenor highest riser Blessed clever compromiser Oh I'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song I put the phone to my ear but alls I hear's a dial tone Will they map my skull and wrap my bones when my wig is gone, hmm? I'll go unknown, live torpedo or clone Only the evil live to see their own likeness in stone Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum