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Let me put you up on Bob's
Controller of the deep fryer that charms cobras
Mostly it was aggravated over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs
Hm, late your cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches
Where paranoia dead-ends in a florescent heaven
With
I right yum
Whether ache or fever
Keep the funnel cake I'm honey in vitro
In the of similar believers
Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the features
Now the yeast, a in the partially hydrogenated
Equal flower, faith, healing
replace your previously nominated jesus
But only if you to the following secret of all secrets

Shh, every at 12 they would march out from the back
With a of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 get your god back
If you're tuning in, walk into the light

I oil too, not for scarfing
For CCs of japanese innovation that screech into free
Purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the
You can chew the eucharist in form
Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string
Pluck, nose for
5 cow stomachs like a mime with a rope going
Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, feet swollen, dopey
Combing apple fritters over folk of opposing cultures
Baby sitter cop reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze teeth
progressively more sequestered
Yet if will defend the rasin bread as codefendants
Some religion or view it as superstition
You can tell a friend ifyou are down to them

Shh, every night at 12 would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the of hot fat
Show up around 1 get your god back
If you're tuning in, walk into the light

The fat boys are back, foam fingers open arms
To reclaim their stomachs from golden jars
And stagger the pulse ofthe gulch on a builder's dividends
Hiding high his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints
eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a little dicey
I'm straight to the cakes icing
Might, fortune-teller up favorite paper tiger stripe
Great, grace invaders, the basis patron haters
Who compromise the lights and flavors
Silent night, holy night, invite the out the pagan
Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the enablers butchers in bloody aprons
Can I get a amen?
AMEN, raiders of the lost,
navigate consecutive like stations of the cross
No name no
Know the folk it virgin mary toast by the loaf
bob

Shh, every night at 12 they march out from the back
With a tray of raw for the pool of hot fat
Show up 1 never get your god back
If you're tuning in, walk into the light