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She took it home for a few fun hours
before the show, the showboat showered
shit and spit off of the shaft
she fed it, said it had a frightening laugh
took it to the gig where the crowd looked big
it's a goat in the garden gobblin' sprigs
the room bloomed the ouvre sound
the over-soul in the underground
got a full house, got a hundred eighty
it spouts god-pop while it scopes loose ladies

encore, deja vu
you did this shit
now shit does you
this kid's id
keeps syphoning suchness
tyring to forget the riddle:
what witness?

god green girls give good head
in the green room
on a beer-stained bed
its digits are dialing a buxom bust
toggle aereolas like an abacus
bang, bang the finger gun
finger-bangin' betties
til the arm goes numb
it gets sick of the digital tricks
it'd rather shoot the rapids
in the her river styx

encore, deja vu
you did this shit
now shit does you
this kids id
keeps syphoning suchness
trying to forget the riddle
what witness?

you could kill Euclid
with all of these angles
shaped by apes
raped by angels

it's a who-is-who
in the world of what-not
more spoiled snots
than a neti pot
hot spot, gut-rot, blood clot, money-shot
paint a she-bot with a rorschach blot
warped Witness watches its bitches
botching love's wishes

encore, deja vu
you did this shit
now shit does you
this kids id
keeps syphoning suchness
trying to forget the riddle:
what witness?

 

Track Number

9
 

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