I was examining the walls of my encephalon Looking for hot heshers playing robotron I was luxuriating on the davenport Flagellating myself like it was some kind of sport
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I was deep within the bowels of the establishment Wondering how I'm ever gonna pay the rent I was boning up on my icelandic declensions When the landlord rang me up and said You don't get no extension
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I am feeling an unmistakable cacoethes This awsome fellowship with some sort of less perceptive species I am feeling an itch in my medulla oblongata Yeah, it happens a lot the doctor says I got a lotta imagination That could lead to extended bouts of frustration I'm losing patience It's a classic demonstration
I was rehearsing my phillipic, it's going to be terrific They will get a dressing down, that'll be apocalyptic I was wondering if should begin to decathect Cause I am feeling to attatched I want to disconnect I was availing myself for some old school neurosis When a fella on the radio said: Bela lugosi's dead
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Compositor: John William Grant ECAD: Obra #42386953