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Cut-up Run-On Roundelay in 65-16
(Lyrics done with the BipTunia lyric generator:
and some editing):
LYRICS:
Check check, yo. I’m checkin’ you out, and you’re in.
He came back later on tour with armed guards who hurt the
the quiet parts that checked you out and you’re the
concave eye glass piece that promptly depart for the stars But I’m glad I survived
while thinking I was right and interpreted the images trapped in my greatest
performance to date because he makes a mirror with the glass in my hand
that you adore as you lay down in the road in protest to fall in love with
Cash’s girl who stole the tolls for the holy artist in him that calls into question reality convention so…..
i said
Can I stay with you a few days for I’ve already told Jesus Christ that the bathtub
was full of magazines about how you cannot kill my clothes, because they already smelled like you
when I made those promises lovin’ on my 19 people including the staff that makes a
death while that one goes to hell amid unpaid back taxes that were forgiven while
she was alive and that terrifying and beautiful thing was eating my lunch again So
we woke up in a cold in van in another town with a another star who no longer fit
into those same leather pants that set off a drug-like reaction in the brain to make my
exit into a gangly ungainly universe at my concave glass eye piece that not only
survived but fought mightily for their Lord probably because I made those promises
that no gas hikes or pot holes would allow a blood girl from a town ago to promptly depart for the stars into those same leather pants wherein albums are mixed for a
blinded begging lame while I slept for 19 hours so alive we almost died from
running water in electric light to see the mirror rats the size of cats confiding in
shapely churches where I helped the band load out their gear then made my exit for
what he did accomplish to say “It’s the music I want to hear when you said that I was
doin’ right”, but I reassured the Devil so he called in sick to Jesus Christ but
nothing’s news today and people tell me I’m paved and electric to New York City
through all the proper channels.