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When the ass has bared its tacky fangs
Should have slapped it when I had the chance
Listing lowlights on your trip to heaven
I don't see him on your crooked guest list
There's a psychic shit out of luck
And he will drive the licorice truck
"Will the sun rise?"
"Wait, I think I know this"
Callously implicit in the mix
And in the drug consumption room
You know we're not going to change our tune, so carry on...
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