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You wanna make Van Goghs |
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Raise 'em up like sheep |
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Make 'em out of Eskimos |
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And women if you please |
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Make 'em nice and normal |
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Make 'em nice and neat |
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You see him with his shotgun there |
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Bloodied in the wheat |
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Oh what do you know about |
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Living in Turbulent Indigo? |
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Brash fields, crude crows |
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In a scary sky |
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In a golden frame roped off |
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Tourists guided by |
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Tourists talking about the madhouse |
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Talking about the ear |
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Madman hangs in fancy homes |
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They wouldn't let him near |
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He'd piss in their fireplace |
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He'd drag them through Turbulent Indigo |
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"I'm a burning hearth", he said |
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People see the smoke |
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But no one comes to warm themselves |
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Sloughing off a coat |
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And all my little landscapes |
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All my yellow afternoons |
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Stack up around this vacancy |
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Like dirty cups and spoons |
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No mercy Sweet Jesus |
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No mercy from Turbulent Indigo |