Blistering outburts, like burning a bratwurst at the PTAs playground ordeal Too bad youve erased all the times youve been chased by some preschoolers new cannonball Bandage the wounds inflicted by hounds and press the rib meat right back inside A dozen old ladies who visit from Hades have filed their art down to a point No need, no need no need no need, no need no need No need to be harried, whether unique or varied, youll find the bigger lumps real tough to hide Simply a lard ass, a festering hard mass, the tumors help the doctors decide, but Theyre wrong, theyre wrong, theyre wrong The catch of the day is now getting away cuz the strong boy is losing his grip His eye cannot focus where his forefinger poke us but the blankets are soft and theyre warm Theyre warm, theyre warm theyre warm, theyre warm, theyre warm theyre warm While the kid in the street with the blood on his feet is eating handgun burritos with cheese Ideas are like treasure but theyre harder to measure even with our new technology Theyre wrong, theyre wrong, theyre wrong I was talking to my, my buddy Bernie, about these hooker people, fuckin puke, I think they eh..forget it Hundreds of potholes, and half full beer bottles Gazpacho, gestapo, gefilte, guerilla Tiny childish plans to assassinate the tutor A docile seeing eye dog, who owns his own computer The local union workers ready willing and theyre able Elementary principle who drinks under the table
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