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No election remember that presidential selection got us in another erection of body part dick bush and colin tape is rollin new whirl odor flowin way

quittin'. I think about quittin' every day of the week. When I look out my window it's brown and it's bleak. Outta here. How am I gonna get outta here

Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me I dig a hole and throw it out to sea And break the code, how happy I

m proper You never knew the levitude the clever few Different tax for revenue man if you ever knew the tac-tic, strategies, of word, capabilities Display, decease The rhythm and man how

particular topic Type shit that can't be bitten so stop it Type shit that can't be re-written on copy By Kinko, Kodak, Fuji films Kin-folk know that groovy hymns

Heav'n to cheer when day did close Lay the bow of pearl apart And the crystal shining quiver Give un to the flying hart Space to breathe how short

he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns

back Disguising the obvious That I had no-one to sing for I lived in a paper bin which I lived curled up and forgotten in With an unfinished lovers hymn