[Verse 1]
He went slightly to conniving
In a splatter of months
Every Tuesday, play the fool day
Circumstantial because

An event to fills the dents with
All the raison d'plum
They say our ghastly never feared him
When the master draws him home
For all it's worth

[Pre-Chorus]
Snaggletooth floss makes the iris
Blame a fit unstrangled
Mock the vendors, pluck the tendons
When the pulpit drives by

[Chorus]
Tuberculoids come drip your spirits
In the glass of wedding drunks
I hold the hair untouched by sick tuberculoids
I'm getting young, young, young, so young

[Verse 2]
This is where he came relieving
All his post-op recon
Where the baby made eighty
Cylindrical dials
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