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all the would-be abbie hoffmans
snugly shacked up with their folks
booked for public intoxication
and some uninventive hoax

they're collecting sailor jerry knock-offs now
and plethoras of books
and they shackled to inaction
like the fishes on their hooks

and all the lovely little children
toss their balls around the lawns
eating neon pink strawberries
grown on factory farms

always sugared up on corn syrup
sweet as hollygrove cocaine
and drawn to the touch screen
like the moth to the flame

and the madness of the world
it just keeps on getting bigger
without the balance of obscenity
to nullify and mirror

and company's an algorithm
blinking 0 and 1
and safety is my finger on my gun
i mean
on the trigger of my gun

and all the old commuter trains
once had rows of smoking cars
now the silent cars replace the men
with papers and cigars

and when they get sick we reel 'em in
and hook 'em to machines
and then we turn our eyes to human cock fights
sparking on t.v.

and putin spouts his poison
well as stalin used to do
their bright eyes blue and sparkling
as suburban swimming pools

where senators are college girls
sipping neon cocktails
and grateful for attention
as a porker on her scale

and the madness of the world
it just keeps on getting bigger
without the balance of obscenity
to nullify and mirror

and company's an algorithm
blinking 0 and 1
and safety is my finger on my gun
i mean
on the trigger of my gun

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from Uncle Stephanie's Murder Ballads *FOR KIDS!, released July 31, 2015
stephanie - piano, vocals
jesse morrow - bass
paul thibodeaux - drums
cafe istanbul - vibe
andrew gilchrist - recording, mixing

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