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In the name of callous talk: |
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This unborn age has reached its botch |
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Lollipop, Lollipop |
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Mouth of salivatng froth, thy stomach does as stomach wants, contagious every single suck, the flavour takes it, takes its time |
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Lollipop, Lollipop |
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Can't contain the nervousness that creeps into the loins of us. Our fate concieved of block by block and word for word we walk the talk, hapless, every single one of us, we favour this in the ways that we waver. |
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Lollipop, Lollipop |
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Hazing is punch or be punched, we whimper what we have not fought, the body bruised, our fingers fraught, we want the lollipops to be our bread and bacon, in out blood and our bones, our brothers to be naked with, terrify, although our words will be vacant, in the name of talk and this godless creation. |
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Lollipop, Lollipop |
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Turning into sap |
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the incredulous man |
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stumbles as he glances back |
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the harrowing way. |
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Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop |
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Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws and a stomach knotted by thoughts of lollipops, stick into a hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants worn leaving the shop, with a skip and a hop, what a bim what a bop, what a bim what a bop what a bim, what a bop, bop pop. |
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Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop |
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He's taken in hand |
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Led by his favourite band |
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Mumbles as he dances |
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In a crumbling gang |
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Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop |
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Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a parking lot, our loot spread out, an even glop, our eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every single one of us, in this hapless condition that we made ourselves, in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our bodies drop, when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops STOP! |