People have the tendency Of sucking the life out of me Try and fill me with forthcomings Excess is the way of the wise Even when they are left alone One hand on rye A thousand rambles in a second Tiny tip is topsy turvy So stop the torment you traitors
I can't take the squeaks anymore Than I can't take you I'm sure you're sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't you gone far enough my friend If you send we'll understand Enter the voice and avoid the void You're safe with the flag
Local lopsided judges lure lunacy Over loony loud lumpy loopholes With lingo that's loathsome And shade shameless shamsters Shake and shape shaggy Young people with sharp teeth On shelves of ship shaped Sharpened shop owners While customers consume large quanties Of curiously cultivated curtains Alongside crowds of crude oils Crossed and crooked Atop a crushed icemaker
I can't take the squeaks anymore Than I can't take you I'm sure you're sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't you gone far enough my friend If you send we'll understand Enter the choice and avoid the void You're safe with the flag
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I can't take the squeaks anymore Than I can't take you I'm sure you're sick of me Well I'm sick of you too Haven't you gone far enough my friend If you send we'll understand Enter the choice and avoid the void You're safe with the flag