from the songs album Artificial Flavors
Thin line walks in circles
'Round here was the blame
They preach in our meadow
Every song is the same
Green grass is a serpent
Her hair long and brown
With love and my guidance
Long term brings me down
I see her pretty face
Buried to the head
Clinging to the walls? of ambrosia
Red cloud is a savior
With lungs tarred and brown
Blue skin is the flavor
Same song brings me down
Resist lack of value
The results are the same
With fear in my pocket
Our new gift feeds my fame
Want more did you say?
Can we feel better?
No way! ?. Your blue plate special is my lust for the show? for this show ?
I just gave in to my lust!
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