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Get Off My Planet
One shan't ignore bellowin' woods
and obscenities of caging the canary,
let common sense ring beneath wings
even if you are from the middle class.
A-tisket, a-tasket, don't cherish it,
get off my planet you tone-deaf freak,
your game will end in the form of Jesus,
hoodwinked by the Man from Galilee.
And crows will hum and sum it up,
one doesn't Cheeto with a knife
and crap in their own basket,
playing with death's weed whacker.
So! zombie it up, living in a cocoon
you fucking hypercritical pervert,
living a life of fantasy,
in your make-believe blender
and obscenities of caging the canary,
let common sense ring beneath wings
even if you are from the middle class.
A-tisket, a-tasket, don't cherish it,
get off my planet you tone-deaf freak,
your game will end in the form of Jesus,
hoodwinked by the Man from Galilee.
And crows will hum and sum it up,
one doesn't Cheeto with a knife
and crap in their own basket,
playing with death's weed whacker.
So! zombie it up, living in a cocoon
you fucking hypercritical pervert,
living a life of fantasy,
in your make-believe blender
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