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      All my days I had moldy bread, Robot brains and the flying airplanes, Hollowed out, and filled with dust, Rocking like a hurricane under the rug, Bored to the core on a sunken boat, A worn out candle and a plastic coat, A ziploc bag, a pelican bone, A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject, Overfed, electric comatose, Riding in the air, invisible socks, A broken blanket, flaming sawdust, Waking 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 of whiskey, Gonna run like a bird, Gonna roll out in the dirt, Gonna run around this town with a phone machine. Yellow cat laying flat on the road, Molten lead shooting out the ground, Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge, Flap your wings and leap out the window, Put a glass eye in the eyes of god, Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake, Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit, Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before. Gonna jump like a flag, 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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