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Baptized in the Hudson river
Hepatitis saves us all
Drift thru facile landscape
Answer mother nature's call

It came down from the prophet
Derived from dime store books
By day I strangle chickens
Trapped in my own bad looks

I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out
I think I'd feel much better if I took the next
Greyhound south
You mixed the whites and colours - everything is
Turning gray
I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing
Left to say

Investigate your chimney
There's a Chernobyl rain
Apply the strongest sunblock
It's mother's day again

I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out
I think I'd feel much better if I took the next
Greyhound south
You mixed the whites and colours - everything is
Turning gray
I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing
Left to say

It came down from the prophet
Derived from dime store books
By day I strangle chickens
And field your dirty looks
Investigate your chimney
There's a Chernobyl rain
Apply the strongest sunblock
Cos it's mother's day again

I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out
I think I'd feel much better if I took the next
Greyhound south
You mixed the whites and colours - everything is
Turning gray
I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing
Left to say
Baptized in the Hudson river    Hepatitis saves us all    Drift thru facile landscape    Answer mother nature's call       It came down from the prophet    Derived from dime store books    By day I strangle chickens    Trapped in my own bad looks       I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out    I think I'd feel much better if I took the next    Greyhound south    You mixed the whites and colours - everything is    Turning gray    I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing    Left to say       Investigate your chimney    There's a Chernobyl rain    Apply the strongest sunblock    It's mother's day again       I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out    I think I'd feel much better if I took the next    Greyhound south    You mixed the whites and colours - everything is    Turning gray    I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing    Left to say       It came down from the prophet    Derived from dime store books    By day I strangle chickens    And field your dirty looks    Investigate your chimney    There's a Chernobyl rain    Apply the strongest sunblock    Cos it's mother's day again       I stuck my finger in the dam - now I can't pull it out    I think I'd feel much better if I took the next    Greyhound south    You mixed the whites and colours - everything is    Turning gray    I'm busted for existing - nothing left to say, nothing    Left to say
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