my fine-toothed comb’s nearly run out of quills
told it to the walrus up on the hill

i was stumped to bump into him, had to take a chill pill
i tell you man he’s livin there still

we all in our own oases
i don’t wanna be there to burn your paper roses
somebody else will

don’t wanna be nobody’s meat order
i”m nor prepared to meet with that shit
the LCD aint my angle if you know my angle

its my life and i’ll decry it all  i want to
all the way to boogie wunderland

 

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