Destruction comes to those who wait
The sadness rides the waves
The hopeful tear comes so near
Why didn't she wait, user, baker, faker, naive
Afraid of the dew drop lady
The nasty sauce pan head, the congenial man in the sack
Doesn't it smell a bit like death
Something bellows deep in the forest
It screams louder with a womans voice
An owl is crushing a rabbits skull and tearing its skin off
The radioactive man enters through the window
He comes from the sun and wears a bright pink glowing suit
Is there nothing to be done, can't we all be happy.
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