The Residents - Epilogue | Текст песни

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Chorus:
The son of the known thing flew into today
He left in a hurry, had little to say
But for the barking sub side in his wake
He helped out with vestiges sweeter than cake

The Son:
Opulent givings are seldom a dread
They help you relieve all them lies in your head
But for the giving begets a sure vain
Leave open a window and let in some rain

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