Watch your hands don't make no sleeve noise, your blunder will
disband.
Bend that string, distort, keep 4/4, three chords until you
drop.
Dance without meaning while heads will be cleaning
and motions will drift as the moans fornicate.
Ashes to bashes a pad I will drift into roll over victims and
send them to rule.
Motions of erogenous zones, projectiles stand erect.
Funny lines and jackal buildings with penknives sharp as what.
Tenure for farmers or those who will use their hands working
manure into third world lands.
Complicate twist around words of the headless clown new world
religion will thusly espouse.
There'll be words for this part you know, you know, you know.
Undue terms blown across from moe, no luck, luckless.
Self indulge bald head deacon screams, no dice, lube ice.
Creak and groan with shrieking high notes the author will
collect,
money from assorted chocolate who follows his cross object.
Placate and educate garbled demeaneate, blue face the shoe lace
with white underwear.
Screaming old belly eats strawberry jelly while acne does sprout
from his eye spinach plant.
Kickback with a plastic brickbat one fine day went to heal.
Undue redress brown or black mess no charge for porcelain meal.
Watch your hands don't make no sleeve noise your blunder will
disband.
Bend that string, distort, keep 4/4, three chords until your
drop.
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