We're living under a mad man, a sad man
Killing, deforestation, pollution, bankers robbing the society
A bloody hell hole that no one crawls out of
Give me your thoughts or your life
Give me those dreams that lick out your brain
A hundred seamless sitting salesman
In his glockenspiel machine Protersfessor Nickend Dick sits while a bird sputters excrement
White Russia is the dominator of the Soviet
"Giganta" a fifty story woman who menstruates on New York city
The bison roam the suburbs eating lawn grass
They bring back the bombers from the Vietnam era to carpet bomb the desert
The cruel wit of war, the roasted, toasted human beings with their hands still on the steering wheel
All that marshland hidden in the drainage pipes
Elephants dance in the zoo, while the homeless and crippled sing in a choir in front of cages
Wolf hairs hanging out of the nose of Horace Becker, of Becker, Pecker, and Salami Law Firm
We all sit down and have a light meal of human flesh at the All Meat Diner on Fairfax Avenue.
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