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Let freedom stink
In a cowboy hat with proper licensing
I am the last of that certain schtick
Your mother said might do the trick
The paper's been crying
"A Nation Forgets How to Read"
I've been hanging out with Mickey Mouse
And now his droppings are all over everything
So baby come cum hither
Before you're known as Sister Hipster
Our nation has been out to lunch
At the feast of the inadequate male
But we've been starving over here
I like my sleep stony
An assembly line of phony cheese
Why should I learn to chew
When the yawn seems to pull me through?
You like those desert things
But I swear to Christ I've seen this guy
In the closing scene of a nursery rhyme
Or maybe in my mirror last night
So baby come cum hither
Before they reboot Adolf Hitler
The next Last Supper just happens to be...
The feast of the inadequate male
But we've been starving over here
So go, go, go buy a ticket
To a show that never existed
Where the good guy never dies
And the girls get fucked all night
And if I should seem confused
I'm just trying to be amused
There's a man up here on a cross
And they're asking if He's lost
So baby come cum hither
Before they send me back to Pittsburgh
They're turning water into waste
Drinking Clockwork Orange Gatorade
Selling the tote bags to the end of the world
At the Feast of the Inadequate Male
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Walker
03:09
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Mr. Walker
Took his scooter downtown
And though I had nothing to offer
He still showed me around
Mr. Walker
Has no use for a belt
He says some people are problems
But I knew that myself
He wants all the things
Fit for
All the coaches and kings
You don't go fucking up someone's liberty
Just to unfuck up yours
Mr. Walker
Calls the Italians wops
I heard the Irish are pig shit
He said: now you're catching on
Mr. Walker
Didn't come for a month
But when he gets near the children
It's like my brain turns to mush
I mean he didn't show up
So we danse macabre
Into infinity
Like self-dying bots
Of stupidity
She said: the twist to all of this...
Freedom fits in any cage you wish
Mr. Walker
Took me back to his cave
And he said
This is where I do my best work
With my centaur's brain
Mr. Walker
Said he'd come again
And give rise to a franchise
That would signal the end
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Blue Haired Blondie
04:15
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Don't do no dancing
With girls with boyfriends
They put their heart where their mouth is
They put their mouth on him
She does her dancing
To piss off everyone
In ruby red creepers
Like Nancy Spungen in Oz
She's my blue haired blondie
And she match my soul
Does she Manic Panic
Or let it grow?
I been to Sunset
And I seen the shows
But she don't buy the Whisky
And leaves the snake alone
I ain't no punker
I just wear the clothes
But you can't call me a poser
When I'm next to her
...Just let it grow
Did you dye your hair
The day the music died?
Or has it been that shade
Because it's been dead all this time?
I love you girl
And I've loved you my whole life
You look like rock n roll
And taste like American pie
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Cynthia
03:24
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