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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2003 5:43 pm Post subject: Out Front at the Toxic Mine |
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Bonsai brittle
Its bonsai brittle
Its bonsai brittle
Its bonsai
In bonsai brittle
Its a bonsai riddle
Its a bonsai tunnel of luft
In bonsai brittle
Its a bonsai riddle
Its a bunsai
Associate "plug"
Bonsai
Bonsai
Bonsai
Bonsai
What are we after--
We want all you masters,
We want all your kings and explodes. . .
We don't want your -liquor
We don't want your -playjuice
We don't want your -fingery droves
If we know your armor
We'll take all your karma
We'll give it to somebody new -- NEW
Bonsai buffins and bonsai bitters and bonsai (a chemical glove.) --
glove?
In air and the ardour and in all the odor In everything coated with
love
There you'd find MammRa
And there you'd find ChaRma'
And there you'd find my poisonous love
In from the outback
And far enough off-track
To send you on a chemical spin
From Newton to Einstein and maybe e'en "Frank Stein," You don't know,
how to wait, for the en |
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