all my days I had moldy bread robot brains and the flyin' airplanes hollowed out and filled with dust rockin' like a hurricane under the rug bored to the core on a sunken boat a worn out candle and a plastic coat a ziplock bag, a pelican bone a perfect shape, a cardboard reject overfed, electric comatose riding in the air, invisible socks a broken blanket, flamin' sawdust wakin' up in the shadow of a piece of dirt gonna fly like a dog gonna leap right out the wall gonna walk around this town with a can o' whiskey gonna run like a bird gonna roll out in the dirt gonna run around this town with the phone machine yellow cat layin flat on the road molten lead shootin' out the ground tinfoil witch burnin' under the bridge flap your wings and leap out the window put a glass eye in the eyes of god, nuke the kiss polaroid cupcake take it to the limit, new wave biscuit camouflage gimmick, whip out like never before gonna jump like a fly gonna burn like a pig gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor gonna crawl like a rock gonna dance like a worm gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks fly like a squirrel gonna swim like a chicken gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon gonna melt like a weasel gonna fry like a kid gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid, and some macaroni, bricks, and some telephone wires, and phone machines, and a fax machine, and a...(laughing)
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