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Now the evening has come to a close
And I've had my last dance with you
So on to the empty streets with me
And it might be my last chance with you
So I might as well get it over with
The things I have to say
Won't wait until another day
Shut up
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Check this out
The Fabulous structure
That's coaxed out of rubbles puddles splash
Mechanisms burn with beeping sounds
That own their humans sold as
Ruthless rounds of
Radio dust Cranial mush men get flattened out
Radials spun on dusted combatant joust
After house of the dead heads fled
It's just the city moans
Malignant kid in it with sentence of sinister conferred
Magna funk asbestos the best at closed quarters ****
Some will gravitate to the falcon
And burn in wordlessness
Hangin' with the herd is my joy
We buoy ordertake employ
When the farmers feed the murder rate ploy
We stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just follow
The citizens all love to be loved we just follow
Figure they ate the kids homey
So ****em save the adults
Kids are patriotic robotic operate catapults
And goose step over innocence
Vagrant of Reaganomics phasing
Read the books that will burn at the barn raising
Independent like a ****
Oh Jesus
You misinterpreted that Funcrush ****
So man funcrush this
Spectacular dawning of the herd thinner faction
Where distraction is bliss
Tyrell took a sabatical
But back for the new semester
Rockin that
Class action suit from
The Laundromat of velour and pressed polyester
American history exo bytes cypher
With the tainted offspring gimme no doz quick
You need to haul that mega dumb style
To the antique roadshow *****
The system bleeds for the radio angry
Rock that wound aesthetic
The name of this routine is live at man
You just don't get it
Please try to compartmentalize my ****
With a little bit a that *****hubris
When the ritalin starts to fade I might get lucid
Every ********I handout comes
With a free month of internet access
And an updated year 2003 version
Of the mega clapper
You know the drill clap off
This is the third installment
Of a prequel that was never written right
Filmed with that classic Brooklyn magic
Without Lucasarts graphics
Rendered cuddly comic relief creatures
Or terrible child actors
Get off that jade elephant
You're stoned and remember everything backwards
