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My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females

I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet

He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man

It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric

Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that
My name is Mr. Touchshriek    Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy    My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females       I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop    To a Mr. Walloff Domburg    A reject from the world wide Internet       He's a broken man    I'm also a broken man       It would be nice to have company    We could have great conversations    Looking through windows for demons    And watching the young advance in all electric       Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them    I'm not sure if they're from this country or not    I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing    If I had another broken name    Oh, I dream of something like that