See When you have the face of a man spread thin over 3 half finished records Its likely The hand doctors will knock & or ring With a child's map of your muscle and mountain top voice to agree you need help to the tune of twice as much popular music...
The daughters of if/but are desperate Drug strung rock czars can be a sloppy candy for the emotional wantsome of many many land U.S.A. another big easy for its dynamite audience
all half deciding who is more popular the good great grandchild of napolean or carol burnet's spotlight mop up man
they vote by pushing colored pins into empty check box marked flaps of flesh Located on the backs of their miniature dogs necks
upon doing so while outside the pin poked pet neck votes are then tallied beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car by alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen
Who say...
They say the sun is flipped by hat tipped Private dicks Who lean like prey eyed eagles up-on classic looking lampposts lined with the many levers that start + stop all of the stars The rich folks want
and they in turn pay the gumshoe's matress well To sing the U.S. sparkles like george washington at 21 sucking solid gold from solid ground using his hollowed topless chopped cherry tree straw
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and the wealthy west can not be asked who decides when they shoot a spectacular until the cameraman's eyesight starts hurting of coarse
and if they say so this songs isn't happening...
and they will have their poems sung to them or they will have nothing at all...