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We use a ruler to get a straight pentagram
A jigger of goat’s blood, we measure by the dram
Straight up in a chalice
What do you think of this phallus?
Yes we have satin robes with matching underwear
Autographed pictures of Linda Blair, We love Cher!
She rocked Caesar’s Palace
What do you think of this phallus?
When we are chanting it sounds a lot like Pig Latin
We’re careful with our meds, a Zoloft and a statin
Friday, a Cialis
What do you think of this phallus?
Amazing what can be done with a pitchfork tine
Skewer some mutton kebabs, even uncork wine
It’s sharp, don’t be callous
What do you think of this phallus?
Anton, our accountant, made one simple decree
Now we’re just another church 501(c) 3
With a hint of malice
Sullahp siht fo kniht uoy od tahw?
Mmmm
Uncircumcised men
In the service of Satan
In the service of Satan
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS PHALLUS?
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Ego Over the Limit
03:14
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When I get back
I will send you a text
to let you know
I made it home alright
I hope those vibrations wake you up
How else can I infiltrate your dreams?
Those formless things, those shapeless things
with their tales of possibility
You sorry thing, you mislead thing
There are rules of probability
I can't slow, won't show
My ego is over the limit
Can't go, no show
My ego is over the limit
When I get up
I will send you a text
So you know
I'm having eggs for breakfast
I hope those vibrations get you up
How else can I dominate your thoughts?
Those foggy things, those unkempt things
With their tales of possibility
You sorry thing, you mislead thing
There are rules of probability
I can't slow, won't show
My ego is over the limit
Can't go, no show
My ego is over the limit
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Anything Out of The Blue
02:36
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Rye Whiskey, Rocks
03:12
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And what I bury is not your concern
My relics weigh only me down
What’s to exhume, what’s to learn
That I am scum of some renown?
What you’re looking for is some clear pattern
A map to trace a smile to scowl
Keep on digging you’ll find that urn
With just a spade and trowel
Pour me another drink, You good for nothing
Pour me another rye whiskey, rocks
Only fools embrace the thing
That pushes and shoves and changes the locks
There’s truth in fiction, but can you discern
I was honest until I lied
Some parts will make your stomach churn
Now I say that with some pride
Brimstone from a whisky sticky lectern
Tales unearthed from a shallow grave
Soon I’ll be gone, I won’t return
Be well, be good and behave
Is there a group for men and sons they spurn?
Though I would surely not attend
The damaged speak and then it’s your turn
Some mend, but most pretend.
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I remember the time when I said, "Hey, that's unfair"
Come September and I'm on my way back to school
I hope you enjoyed the protests
and the rest of the unrest of the summer
I hope you enjoyed the protests
and the rest of the unrest of the rest of the year
I really care about your problems
I really care about your problems
Burning ember and lime, outdoor grill, "Hey, make mine rare"
This December I climb Everest, paid for by dear old dad
I hope you enjoyed the protest
and the rest of the unrest of the rest of the year
I really care about your problems
I really care about your problems
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