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I've never seen skin so green, and features so mean as in that Smart and Final.
The one and only mile.
Broken wheels on shopping carts, bread yeast by the pound all around.
It makes a sound.
It cries out for its mother, with green skin all around.
She doesn't hear the sound.
That bread yeast by the pound beckons her by her first name.
The lame game.
Her main strain, so lame.
The doors slide open, the AC's running out.
She's mystified, desensitized, the decadence, the child crying out.
By her first name.
It's all the same!
The decadence, the first world, that stuffed deer with the long horns.
He is Satan
He is Satan
He is Satan
He is Satan, crying out.
By her first love, her only shove.
A fast one in the dark so long ago, a hefty throw.
A way you hold a lover in the dark!
Malarky was her name, and Jesus was her game.
The Cult of Love, the School of Names, there's Daoists in the dark!
Listen loud, and listen proud.
Call the crowd, and listen loud.
The Dogs they fuck, there's kittens on the way!
The rage, the mage with magic hands and trombone stands, calls out by her first name!
It's all the same.
Close the doors, the AC's running out!
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A raisin, a craisin, a cherry in the sun.
A carrot with merit, and you're the only one.
Veggies in the fridge, meat is in the oven.
Call out to the end, a need for your loving, till the end.
Dirty dogs and silver hogs, a killer with a gun.
Tambourines and lidocaine, but we're just having fun.
Eminent domain, comes to stake your family claim.
Paid your taxes, where'd it get you to?
I'm waiting to die.
A giant, a fishman, with gills upon his head.
Plastics and cement, all poured upon your head.
Judge of the change, makes water on your ashes.
Governments may change, the market's always crashing.
It's all the same.
Master of his suicide, makes quick work in the rain.
Cat that watches by the door, the package never came.
Rainbows in the oil, turn you to a quick grave.
God is dead, the Lehman brothers won.
It's all the same.
A raisin, a craisin, a cherry in the sun.
A carrot with merit, and you're the only one.
Veggies in the fridge, meat is in the oven.
Call out to the end, a need for your loving, till the end.
(A carrot with merit, but you're the only one.)
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Liquid tin, the sacred cuisine.
Melts your teeth, but it keeps you keen.
Lead Jesus, at half the price.
Melts your teeth, but boy is he nice.
Q-tips, dipped in religion.
They do no harm, and they keep you clean.
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