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Each and every one of you will be buried in the ground
Where every last one of your species lie
There’s a poet on the ship
Who’s writing poems about the ship
I say it to you now
I say it to you now
Here I sit amidst my wreckage
From the electronic surplus store
〈Intro〉
You know, you know it’s pretty funny how life works out sometimes, because here I thought I was just gonna come here to the clinic today and get my meds in peace, and instead here I am surrounded by a bunch of self-righteous, hypocritical pricks, praying on a street corner, cursing me out and calling me a sinner. Well, here’s a newsflash for you, buckaroo. You’re an apostate. You’re an apostate. And you’re all heretics. God!
I saw Lily Brown loose her hand in the oil refinery
Oh so clear like autumn dew drops scattered on the edge