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Bucket seater theatre sucks, I duck and weave, |
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Riddle of the pixelated ticker taking prisoners and a number please, |
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Name and occupation: Aes I twiddle thumbs with underlings, |
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Orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs, |
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Barrel in escorted by a chorus line of bed bugs, |
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Low-tech dreck from his neck of the cement woods, |
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We come in pieces, under siege and unwilling, |
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Kicking and screaming, creatures summoned to the feet of the city |
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As the parking ticketed guilty, Beetlejuice in the waiting room, |
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Ogling this bird who put the double D in day of doom, |
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Personal space invader deus pay-to-play-to-lose |
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And you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf, live! |
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Teller number 7 looking weathered, |
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Like a decade in glass box yelling shook her feathers, |
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Utter "unto thee I surrender mine flesh" |
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She said "put the yellow sticker on your fender, next..." |
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Meter Feeder |
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Gotta fly in the morning better pack a potato |
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Raging bull Mack truck leather bag and a rain coat, |
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Curse of the slain goat feather ticket in late row |
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Double jack drink 6 minutes to gate close, |
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Excuse me Dougie Fresh I'm lost. |
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Part bad rabble the raffles the rest off, |
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Dollar down Noah that goes to the great flood |
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With a Styrofoam finger making it rain ones, |
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Take down bank job taking a blank check in, |
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Pine bluff slim Jim, Jameson, John Lennon, |
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Uncle Bobby blasted in back of the wrong wedding, |
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Cause I came for the food but I stayed for prom dresses, |
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1 block cabby, "its gonna be $6.80" |
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No shit your tip is go hunting with Dick Cheney, |
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Slow to let the dogs out quicker to finish Halo, |
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That all black tints and pimpin' the Winnebago. |
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The stray cat, dirty finger nail rap scurry |
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From the slash-proof straps of his crail tapped gurney, |
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Awe struck, cough guap over scaled back mercy, |
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And blast off, casting aspersions overtly, |
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Parry absurd curfew, eager to go invisible, |
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Sunday drive disfigured and growing tentacles, |
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Root down to the brackish water |
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In a speed trap pro de-masking marauders |
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R.S. - |
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Post office locked like its jail time is setup, |
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Day labor dimes with the climate of club fed up, |
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Walking with a panther chilling with a house cat |
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Til someone patents building a better mouse trap, |
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Out back steaking his claim to deep mining, |
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Bribed by the sheriff with tariffs that keep climbing |
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Blinded by the light of the 5 train to dyer, |
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Hook line and sinker? horse main and sire. |