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Ears flat back, middle finger like a meerkat, ,moonstruck 2 bear traps where his shoes was, all goose bumps Juke around a critical hit, loose trucks into civil unrest The whole city out to quibble over kibbles and bits Keeping the pillory full, keeping the piss in the wind I'm in the basement mixing up the medicine with the Wizard of Id If it deliver us from the grip of the grid Spelling "Save Our Ship" with a stick in the sand Pull a sock puppet off a 6-fingered hand Everybody Wang-Chung with the spiritually bankrupt Drank blood from the same cup he dump change from Doc Strangelove, lazy in the Lincoln Logs Looking for some inking of Wynken, Blynken Nod, instead it's Blinky, Inky, Pinky and Clyde I know the goal is split the chrysalis wide I'm only in it to hide, come on This news, clips of the shitty, crippled and misused Pigs in the pews Stick, move, face-down folk recycled as fish food All this news This news, metal in the water and men with split hooves Homesick blues Win, lose, money over shark fin soup and stiff booze All this news SongtexteOne strawberry jelly, one glazed One saucer of milk for the strays None of hiss bills paid, all of his ilk romp Half of them uninsured, all of them film cops Call of the wind kid, trade a cow for seeds I'm in the clouds smelling blood from the cowards beneath I trade a crown for teeth blaming an unrequited love Might release hounds dressed up like doves Out here pigs play metal like kettle drums Turn a quick deli trip to a temple run And belly laugh, rebel tongues cover up a checkered past All they really want is fertilizer for the lemongrass anyway Homie don't give 'em a reason Or we over coffee reading of you intimate evening With another ripened psychopath shopping for attention You are not even a peasant, You're a notch in a weapon, ah Quills of the filterless Document the wilderness from silverfish to Gilgamesh Trinity or triple six I'm busy trying to spill the timber up before the winter Get the money, skip the dinner, headless chickens hither thither Playing hooky, looking though the politician to the lizard Are you seriously feeling like a citizen or prisoner Ain't no peaceful protest The promenade mostly police with the goat heads And no love, look - loose dogs through Scooby-Doo fog Looking for any semblance of yule log, let alone good jobs Good folk settle for the pits, rent like a levitating witch Got steak for the hounds, got grays and tongues that won't stay in our mouths At first light might nurse an aversion to Earth science Like this game comes with the worst prizes Aus Songtexte Mania