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• Dick Valentine
• Running out of Potato

It's up to you to push me through
Your one-dimensional head,
And all the books we read prepared us for nothing,
Praise the Lord he gave us Tahiti,
Let’s raise his child by comity

You will eat your words tonight,
Served up with a smile and a pile of greens on the side,
A substitute for potato
In the bowls the league of justice throws,
It wouldn't be the first time

We're running out of potato,
Running out of potato at the worst time,
Running out of potato,
Running out of potato at the worst time

No one knows where the Universe ends,
Or where the mind of a mad man bends,
It really just depends,
Séance with a smile,
Stay with me for a while,
When you go and shoot the messenger,
It's like you’re sending your own message
To the person who sent the original message,
You can wear the finest clothes,
But don't do it on my dime

We're running out of potato,
Running out of potato at the worst time,
Running out of potato,
Running out of potato at the worst time

We sing, and breakfast is burning,
We sing, and wheels are turning,
We sing, and man is learning that he's gonna lose,
We sing, and we are drumming,
We sing, and you are humming,
We sing, and death is coming,
I saw it on the news,
There's so much we'll never know, and that's the greatest crime,
Even if we turn this thing around ,
We're going to another time

We're running out of potato,
Running out of potato at the worst time,
Running out of potato,
Running out of potato at the worst time,
Running out of potato


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