Wednesday, August 8, 2007


Grim walls of stimulation
And slim chances for redemptions
Or seconds at the crowded communion buffet

Father forgive me
Hey witchy witchy are you ready
Send red rover to dover to dash on the white cliffs
Such an unlucky stiff

Shoot from the hip to the pelvis
Twist the wrist like an exorsist
gets me pissed
that’s what killed elvis

you can exile all the reptiles
but the amphibians will still get in
everybody take a deep breath of water

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