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By Mr. Bungle, A carnival for the human race
Cotton candy, happy face
A child
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By Mr. Bungle, He who hears in the vast silence He who wafts
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By Mr. Bungle, Golem II: the self-perfecting
Lie-rejecting
Human mind correcting
Totem of the living
Self-organized,
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By Mr. Bungle, Your lips say one thing
But the drugs say another
How can
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By Mr. Bungle, Mendel's machines replicate in the night
In the black iron prison
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By Mr. Bungle, Hush me, touch me
Perfume, the wind and the leaves
Hush me,
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By Mr. Bungle, Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell
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By Mr. Bungle, Save me The storm is over The heavens have
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By Mr. Bungle, Inside of me today A waste There is no one
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By Mr. Bungle, In fiber optic illusion Supplicate before machines, By flourescent lights
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By Mr. Bungle, You're not human
You're a miracle
A preacher with an animal's face
In
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By Mr. Bungle, (One, Two, Three, Four)(One, Two, Three, Four)My mom is better
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By Mr. Bungle, All but the truth - forgetAnd from this union cupWe
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By Mr. Bungle, Another summer rolls byAnd I can't help but feel painAll
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By Mr. Bungle, They're shining searchlights in the sky'Cause there's a new God
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By Mr. Bungle, Ornithorhynchus anatinus - platypusSleeping geologyOn the isolated shoreFor millions of
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By Mr. Bungle, When life comes down to a sharp point
Onto the head
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By Mr. Bungle, Ideas from the bottom of the ocean
Refracted by the different
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By Mr. Bungle, Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear
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By Mr. Bungle, Drowning in your eyes, the brown pools overflow
Immobilize and hypnotize,
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By Mr. Bungle, Old age wisdom and the world grown bald
But you're still
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By Mr. Bungle, Nobler than Oedipus Foreplay with no friends Premature until the
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By Mr. Bungle, Okay, all you pus suckin? motherfuckers out there
It's time to
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By Mr. Bungle, Clenched emotions 'Round my ween Off and your head in
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By Mr. Bungle, Impotence I'll stab you Boomerang In the sink Clumps
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By Mr. Bungle, All behold the spectacle
A fleshy limbless rectangle
Sitting on a pedestal
So
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By Mr. Bungle, As the congregation grows
To my ears the greatest sin
The lung
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By Mr. Bungle, I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen And knock
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By Mr. Bungle, Do you remember We called you puppy? Now you're one
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By Mr. Bungle, There's nothing that I wouldn't do for youCause I'm pottie
