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HOOK
The Organ Grinder comes to town
All the children jump around
All the old folk shake their head
And make big noise to wake the dead
The Organ Grinder comes to town
All the children jump around
So bounce little mouse till you break the bed
And make big noise to wake the dead

Hold mic, permanent;
Man cut crip fuck shit up;
Them architects brought darker tech
Middle cloak spread laser
Stare raise a feather-man
Black wings mechanical;
Organ metatron set strong compositions
Shape shift; whip switch; channel shadow walk; stalk
Don't look
Invisible Beam high energy, beam death, straight kill
Kick rigorous, flow terrorist and bloody bang bang
Bare knuckle slang sling boom band bring
Spray on crayon war brought all on the mic
Diabolic, psychological, war on the mic
Hyper hazardous; one with the slanderous
Uncivilized crew; cause stuff to; romp stomp on pom-pom
Fluffy toys bakaboom
Crackadoom
Metraton spit gigatrons
Accelerate psycho trance stall hyper haw-saw!

(HOOK)

Daddy huh? out there
Doing it, phew; swing over head
Bring home the bread
Actual factual dispatch a kid snatch
Like a specialist select open mismatch
Lost puppet do-it cause everybody do it
Surround sounds envelope like Embryonic fluids
Starstuck, construct
Can't stop the mind fuck
Next witness i mess with this, the divine stuff
Mind terrorism, flex live mannerism
Cataclysm shatter prisms light scatters vision
Portals open up post 4D crash thought forward
Listen nice to your warped mentor
Sick little girl in the cupboard getting sicker
Mommy's frying eggs, daddy's hitting the liquor
How to become a better person
On the telly with the sound down
I'm busy with the pow-wow!
(HOOK)

Evangelical
Anarchist
Walk dark path kick truth
Live real life continual renewal
Hacking or jacking
Download the secrets code and I mean adoption
No problems as long as you don't function
In conjunction with the dumb shits
Snuff bar codes from
Hoped i write everyday stuff
Automated autobiographical
Journalists speak Honest keep promise
Running commentary
Feeling always
Very close to heart
Manipulative minds get blown apart
Don't start unless you finish it
Complete circle or throw stone
Make little splash
Circle inside circle
Expand forever like i love you
I love you
I love you

Snap attack crack
Stab you in the back
Bloodnose pussy boy
(blacker track back)

I don't understand that word
Well, I don't understand it either

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