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Oh, what we thought we had, we didn't
And we have now will, will never be that way again
So we call upon the to explain

Our myxomatoid spraddle the streets
Weve them from the greasy grind
The poor little things look so sad and old
As they mount us behind
I ask to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to

Well, a rosary in his hand
He died tubes up his nose
And a cabal of with, with finger cymbals
Chanted his in code
We shook our fists at the rain
And we upon the author to explain

He said, everything is up 'round here
Everything is and jejune
a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me
In idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew who to blame
And we call upon the to explain

Well, prolix,
a pair of scissors cant fix

Well I, I go guruing down the
And young people 'round my feet
And they ask me but I dont know where to start
ignite the powder trail straight to my fathers heart
And yeah, once again I call the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to

Well, who is this great burdensome dog thing
mediocres my every thought?
I feel a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker
Its fucked up and he is a
But what an enormous and brain
I call upon the to explain
Yeah, we upon the author to explain, alright, yeah

Well, rampant
Mass poverty, world debt
Infectious disease, inequality
And deepening socio-economic
Well, it does in brain
We call upon the to explain

Oh, now hang on, my friend Doug is on the window
Hey, Doug, how you
Well, he brings me a book on holocaust
with pictures and then he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the to explain

Well, you I say prolix, prolix
Some a pair of scissors fix

was a jerk, Berryman was the best
He wrote like wet paper mach but he went the
Weirdly on wings and with maximum
We call upon the author to
Yeah well, I call upon the author to

Yeah well, down in my bolt hole I see published
volume of unreconstructed rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves were moving
Well, thank you, ya thank you, you
And I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, I upon the author to explain
I call the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the to explain

I said, prolix,
There's nothing a pair of scissors fix