the touch down happens on halloween doesn't look like a saucer. more like a jelly bean. dressed up like clowns they hurry through the nights play sexy body snatchers in spandex tights
nobody misses the old doctors or rings the bell only the nurses wonder about the fucking new smell, the sudden hairy testicles, the different faces and all the toothbrushes put in the wrong places
they vaccinate little children with laissez faire indoctrination is nothing more than a medical affair hair growth hormones in drinking water supplies every day another barber of the resistance dies
if you look like a hippie you have nothing to fear but as bald as a coot, the boot is on the other foot. oh yeah.
attack attack fight back fight back attack attack fight back fight back
attack, attack of killer monsters attack, attack of furry doctors fight back, fight back, the hippie doctors fight back, fight back shave the hippies, wash the hippies
by shoving mao bibles up bureaucratic asses prescription government pacifies rebellious masses your brain is walden, jimi hendrix a grateful dead taste of birkenstock spice tea is making you mad
wigs sell for high prices. soap sales are on decline. people don't shake hands anymore. they fart greetings or whine. yellow submarines on the streets. hag-beards are trendy. proclamation of the trichophagia act makes them handy
at spiritual masturbation workshops they're burning men brew and smoke their own shaken psychadelic semen the moral of the story is: baldness is legion and don't be ashamed of warts in your pubic hair region