Thin line walks in circles



'Round here was the blame

They preach in our meadow

Every song is the same

Green grass is a serpent

Her hair long and brown

With love and my guidance

Long term brings me down



I see her pretty face

Buried to the head

Clinging to the walls… of ambrosia



Red cloud is a savior

With lungs tarred and brown

Blue skin is the flavor

Same song brings me down

Resist lack of value

The results are the same

With fear in my pocket

Our new gift feeds my fame



Want more did you say?

Can we feel better?

No way! …. Your blue plate special is my lust for the show… for this show …

I just gave in to my lust!






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