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Burned My Feet On Meat
Street.
Sucking on a Pop Tart, vomit
and its pop art,
you will get your
turn if you burn wits at both ends.
In a bowl with three
holes, ostracized for two poles,
man I've got to say
that I don't know, I don't know. ///
But I'm not me, and
you're not me,
so who are we? I
wish I only knew. ///
Burned my meat on
feet street, cruising for a cheap eat,
I wish I was bovine,
so fine the wine today.
Celebrate my cruel
fate, waiting for a new slate,
in a time when mine
is back in style you know. ///
But I'm not me, but
you're not me,
so who are we? I
wish I only knew.
///"Oh boy, you're
in for a treat, wait a minute, it sounds like the
hulls about to breach. Millions of tons of water
will come crashing through, killing me, you,
Jean-Pierre and the rest of the crew. Do you have
your party hat?"
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