Dark City Choozer (Roller Coaster Tycoon)

Welcome to Smuggling Booze in the Graveyard

While the little boy had a toy pistol and cotton for a beard

While the little girl cut clothes for her doll out of cloth scrap

And the old woman collected buttons, bows and buckles

Which she kept in bottles

And the old man who has lost something

He looks through his pockets, in his hat

Even under the seats of the people watching the show...

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..and sidewinders

Unique and authentic, simple but mesmerizing

My oceanic-portioned ideas were dead surprising

Penmanship calligraphy, dash while feds arriving

Colliding, the ghastly arithmetic settles slugs

With a large stiff feather, write epics in devil's blood

Shovels dug three-sixty feet deep, mining for diamonds

Effortlessly shining, outlandish power refinement

Spotlight on top of grandfather clock, erase the decorative

Thirty-fourth consecutive, Palaeolithic perfectionist

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One standard lesson, my weapon concealed in hooks

Add my work to a binder, horror novels and children's books

Paperback or hardcover, rock candy and peppermint

Green or purple grapes while blasting shots through your residence

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Disciplined apocalypse status, Architectonic

Thoughts monopololistic, ironic, multisymbolic

Sonic verbal illustrations of foreign words and phrases

Literary journals, papyrus, climatic pages

Obviously astonished, neurotic from pleasant tear gas

Syllables of clear glass should of worn engineer mask

Butcher like career last eons, bow with broke knees

Authority of the Jaws, to crush the plants and broke trees

Vivid fluorescent soaked leaves, eloquent neon smoke screens

Deciduous anonymous columnist, how I wrote these

Explanatory notes prescribed, sublime your costume

Or bury you under a lighthouse reading while in the watch room

Vintage typewriter a coffee mug full of fire ants

Incalculatable, acquires amp clocked, before my pliers clamped

Time dismantle the tangle of broken wires

Monumental captain, you dangle in open fires

High truth there's choking liars, wilful and permanent crippling

You die invertebrates and I skilfully exterminate siblings

These elements of style fade out like gleaming horns

Type to misshape in chaos, of well-seeming forms

Being born, purple scorpion creep across sandy land

Hand me grams 'cause I stay off the hook like Candyman

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Earwax melts, production of written works

Out the darkness, hidden first, pocket watchers, forbidden dirt

Mention worse 'cause I'm knowledge pictorial directions and signs

Order international soups and extensive selections of wine

Grind ox blood, data town red, transcend desire

And obliterate any town with more nuclear force than required

Out the ashes of war, spring elegance, phantom like

The synchronized slither, organically grant them light

Archetype, architectural mind, renowned thinker

Last eminent composer, theatrics surround speaker

Acoustic, immeasurably deep, white liquid marble

Fiji water, swig and gargle, conspiring to hit your cargo

Metacarpals pop orchestras, violently scribble novels

Choreographically grovel, the phonograph record wobbles

Pistachios and cashews, mastering can be difficult

Move counter centrifugal, flow to nowhere is typical

Aquatic plants, architect starving as green sharks

Granted rare stamp collections and marvellous theme parks

The award winning pen, you fumble hustles and scams

Rusty tugboats, drains, foghorns, muscles and clams

Whistle through your speaker, elections for neighbourhoods at a sequel

Collision course inscription, the end of all that is evil

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Now run along to Hell..