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Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes
Everybody wakes up with their eyes

Men and their knuckles will win
Because men and their knuckles give in
To the pounding flesh in the rot masquerade
Like dinks that piss in a piss-piss parade

Souls that rots in soldiers with their eyes
Everybody gonna freeze up from their eyes

You and your ribs will win
And the constant right corporals will win
The peacocks gleam in the bush parade
And the burning glaze portraits are a flashing charade

Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes
Everybody gonna wake up with their eyes

The gathering at Sparrow Hills
Occurred in the valley's dank, dank thighs
Hulls back to their boats
Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes   Everybody wakes up with their eyes      Men and their knuckles will win   Because men and their knuckles give in   To the pounding flesh in the rot masquerade   Like dinks that piss in a piss-piss parade      Souls that rots in soldiers with their eyes   Everybody gonna freeze up from their eyes      You and your ribs will win   And the constant right corporals will win   The peacocks gleam in the bush parade   And the burning glaze portraits are a flashing charade      Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes   Everybody gonna wake up with their eyes      The gathering at Sparrow Hills   Occurred in the valley's dank, dank thighs   Hulls back to their boats