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I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes |
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I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches |
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And I am the one who stamps on all ages |
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From 16 to 40, over and under |
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I'm monolithic, and the black ice on the corner |
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Hiss...hiss...hiss |
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As all is as one, as all damp on all stone |
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I hold all time and can induce at once |
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Jet trains, lead paint, stamps on border forms |
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Misread Easter Island, put butter on plague style |
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Spin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelid |
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And alter tree-rings so that what you are after |
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You will not ever find with a surfeit of lumber |
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And make you imagine from hunger |
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Bread trees spinning, dripping with butter |
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Just 6 inches higher than your upstretched middle finger |
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History of the... |
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I place minute dust in your microchip vessels |
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For daring to think all science is immortal |
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I am the one who'll strike you down at once |
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For stretching time-bracket, and assuming that what is |
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Can be maladjusted. A rigid adoption |
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Of codes you had concocted |
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I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes |
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And show you all hideous microscope thingies |
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And Hovis set-up in London's psoriasis |
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Stockings, jokings, 1780's |
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History of the wo... |
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I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches |
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And I am the one who stamps on all ages |
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From 16 to 40, over and under |
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History of the world |
