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Black scene leather kid, real Ameri-kid Shove off or move my mountain Calm these bitter bears and I'll thank you for punching a hole And sinking my balloon. Hey! Nag my conscience, inferior conscience Like I'm a lunatic waiting to scream Henpecked by heroes with kingdoms of none We're baking like mice in the sun You are following. You are following You were hoping to find something that shines You are out of your mind To be so in love with this Capitol World! Searching you go searching for fawna with absinthe in your coffee and a gun in your hand You should not be searching for ghosts in this land I say . . . My God! I say ...skeletons in your head open your eyes, you'll find... Swing high, swing low. |