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05. ///I'm The Smell.
Jenny went to sunday school
to study Liberace.
From time to time, I still go there,
but they're just a bunch of Nazis.
Up above they scurry round their bastard corporate
towers,
to mobilize the hand of god, they let the milk go
sour.
[He's dead Jim.]
Buffet's dream of paradise has come true on every
corner.
I sent mine to my congressman,
but he sold it to Time/Warner.
Far above Euro-Disneyland and the stink of shopping
malls,
the satellites softly masturbate,
while they wait their turn to fall.
I'm in hell,
I'm the smell,
they were right,
sell the wine.///
Illegible toking vegetables
in their fucking bmws,
upward they have mobilized, -
we've bitten more than we can chew./
Across the city, the molten streets are quaintly
golden baited.
Stake your claim, cuz I've staked mine yes happily
sedated./
Says he's in the hall. He's not at all. ///
I'm in hell,
I'm the smell,
they were right,
sell the wine.
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