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Peacocks And Poppycock
The tinfoil wallpaper makes everything shine
he wears Kevlar to bed, and two pans made for pizza pies
they zap him when he tries to sleep
they tell him things about the sheep
he wants to tell the world about the sun
he claims Mt. Sinjar made him the "one"
the peacock watches his every move
he screams in his ear about the truth
blue eyes looking for Atlantis on Google earth
get in his way and he becomes a major fucking jerk
he thinks he knows who really shot Kennedy,
and all my neighbors are working for the enemy
ELF microwave mind control slave,
that's what he is, and we shall all be one day,
he keeps a magnet in his pocket
hes buying up gold to make himself a rocket
he's mentally unaware of reality
making me question my sanity,
the Aliens come down with the rain
and sadly, I can feel his pain
he wears Kevlar to bed, and two pans made for pizza pies
they zap him when he tries to sleep
they tell him things about the sheep
he wants to tell the world about the sun
he claims Mt. Sinjar made him the "one"
the peacock watches his every move
he screams in his ear about the truth
blue eyes looking for Atlantis on Google earth
get in his way and he becomes a major fucking jerk
he thinks he knows who really shot Kennedy,
and all my neighbors are working for the enemy
ELF microwave mind control slave,
that's what he is, and we shall all be one day,
he keeps a magnet in his pocket
hes buying up gold to make himself a rocket
he's mentally unaware of reality
making me question my sanity,
the Aliens come down with the rain
and sadly, I can feel his pain
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