This is a bad dream. One day when the corn
Occasionally, when we are asleep, we become aware of a
We soak the mush from bleeding chests
Our wings they need-a-fixin
We
I was layin' around in a sweaty chlorine aroma
Drifting late
Who can shove a Contra up your ass?
Beat Khadaffi with
I can't say that my life is a bore
I'm a
All my life I've been perverted. That's what the sun
Turning emphasis into surprize
with that glassy look in your eyes
seems
In the big gravel clearin' was a beheadin' and a
I protect you from me...I know what I'm doing. If
Picture me in some abandoned corner and listen closely to
Pow Pow Pow!
Saddle up the horses out in the stable
I've
Passenger seat people, they don't drive
They stare a lot, they're
Wo-oh-woh, wo-oh-woh
Edwin Meese, Edwin Meese,
him and his flock of Canadian
Shrapnel girl, oh one-wing crow
Mocha wind the old spoon I'm
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