when the floods of blood drenched the cities and the castles turned into dust clouds the rich folk stormed the wrecks and the rubble and took the stained things to the stained beaches. the maiden came and she shot a cute wink at you and said she'd come a very very long way and she wants to tell you a story, she's gonna tell you a story of your children; they wanted power and fortune and glory and everything with a logo printed on it. a magic button started nuclear winter, a magic button with a logo printed on it. and grampa tells you about the time he went sailing and uncle says he found grampa on a coral reef. say your prayers and pick your battles. say your prayers and pick your battleship configurations cuz i'm gonna sink your grampa's sailboat. can you make a straight face like ramis? can you fight the power like hudson? can you take the fall like akroyd? can you throw a fucking party like moranis? can you make a joke like murray? can you put it all together like reitman? can you answer the phone like potts does? can you tackle a buffet like slimer? whatcha saying on that obscene phone call? whatcha doing with that unchained melody? has alec guinness taught you anything about life? did kaufman trick you into thinking you were ever right? everything is coming up roses. pick a corner tell it every little secret: your favorite darren and your least favorite grandkid, what you did when your wife was on vacation, what you said when the nazis nearly killed you. the maiden said your grampa was a fine gentleman, your uncle a right miserable bastard. what brought him there was the wrath of poseidon. what brought him down was f-8 and f-9. your face screams lonely and your hair twirls shorter and shorter every time it rains for a week or two. the light and lines that you cry from your lovely face can put out fires and burn down that former funeral home and maybe it was the ghosts trapped in the cellar away from the dance parties. do the laundry while getting double-haunted: learn about the gentle cycle and the 1890s when everything was coming up roses.
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"Grownups" by The Whiskers