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They Kill Wild Horses

Why don’t they tell you on the package

You have to sift thru all the wreckage

Today we dine

On the dross that Mephistopheles chucked in his car

They kill wild horses

on the hoof , or when they’re chasing a truck

they kill wild horses

and if they had a choice they’d lay an egg like a duck

Ol Mephistopheles had troubles of his own

when his cat ran out on him he totally froze

Guns ablaze, he came out swingin doubling in size

every 15 minutes, like yeast on the rise

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