Doctor Please -
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rolling up my sleeves.
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I got to got to
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make it fit.
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Push it through my frontal lobe.
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A frozen smile -
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it's what I need.
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Diet Cola Syringe.
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Diet Cola Syringe.
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Those Kellogg kids, those hairy pets.
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That homogenoues shine, so pure.
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Sister Placebo is giving birth again,
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to mongoloid children in the heartland of the Middle West.
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Mister Please -
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help me sir.
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I got to got to
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get employment.
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Putting pimentos in olive loafs.
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Good hard cash -
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it's what I need.
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Diet Cola Syringe.
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Diet Cola Syringe.
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That video,
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that commercial,
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that candidate,
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- look the same.
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Sister Placebo is touching me again,
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as I'm making photocopies for crashing Wall Street -
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with Brooklyn dead.
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Diet Cola Syringe
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Alice Donut |