[Verse 1: Swamburger]
Sounds as if you need a hand
Walking through the filler-iller of sorts
I hope you understand now
I am not the one to make sense of it all
I’m a tourist, guide walk along and take my hand
Welcome to the make up of new paths, fast fix ‘em
Direct another face value and put it to fruition
By the way of competition, when in perspective let's live
Come along, take my hand and
Place your thoughts on these feats to end an overcame dead win
Politic for policy, make my folly volley
Indeed I be your true blue, flawed laws from jolly jovial
Jabber Jaw sharks, who play cards, wink, wink
For fickle prick soldiers looking for spirit
Enlighten the tip, for me, over there, there
Turning tricks, sipping tip, you trip, telling musical hits
Like the ball to raise a new politics, holding fire for lobbyists
[Verse 2: Onry Ozzborn]
Little rude wig, Stimpy, stupid dumb
Go ahead take my hand, it detaches from the wrist
Now you’re holding it, amused with fun
More than a parlor trick that
Mannequin limb has real flesh to creep on those who chit-chat
For years to come about what we have showed them
(Going to be showing them)
Most of the trapeze ease into a flip; no net
Ocean voice that we use to calm you as we pull out the tent-top
Psycho-semantics accurate dismounted; no flop
Face-paint-asylum-junkies juggling laying with tigers
Contortionisties with their pasties remind you of spiders
Adam and Eve apples on sticks dipping the caramel
Carousel carnie intoxicated operating the scale (Molotov)
Marmalade Orlean's ornament life, like
Swam did it already, and I might, then Aes might
Give up a secret or two, about the cannon ball man
Never no hula hoop dude, only your illusion entranced
Just in the black light galloping goons
The clowns surround all your chillin platoon, I think you need room
Perhaps a moment of soak in what you have seen
Go ahead, let go of my hand, now this was no dream
Sounds as if you need a hand
Walking through the filler-iller of sorts
I hope you understand now
I am not the one to make sense of it all
I’m a tourist, guide walk along and take my hand
Welcome to the make up of new paths, fast fix ‘em
Direct another face value and put it to fruition
By the way of competition, when in perspective let's live
Come along, take my hand and
Place your thoughts on these feats to end an overcame dead win
Politic for policy, make my folly volley
Indeed I be your true blue, flawed laws from jolly jovial
Jabber Jaw sharks, who play cards, wink, wink
For fickle prick soldiers looking for spirit
Enlighten the tip, for me, over there, there
Turning tricks, sipping tip, you trip, telling musical hits
Like the ball to raise a new politics, holding fire for lobbyists
[Verse 2: Onry Ozzborn]
Little rude wig, Stimpy, stupid dumb
Go ahead take my hand, it detaches from the wrist
Now you’re holding it, amused with fun
More than a parlor trick that
Mannequin limb has real flesh to creep on those who chit-chat
For years to come about what we have showed them
(Going to be showing them)
Most of the trapeze ease into a flip; no net
Ocean voice that we use to calm you as we pull out the tent-top
Psycho-semantics accurate dismounted; no flop
Face-paint-asylum-junkies juggling laying with tigers
Contortionisties with their pasties remind you of spiders
Adam and Eve apples on sticks dipping the caramel
Carousel carnie intoxicated operating the scale (Molotov)
Marmalade Orlean's ornament life, like
Swam did it already, and I might, then Aes might
Give up a secret or two, about the cannon ball man
Never no hula hoop dude, only your illusion entranced
Just in the black light galloping goons
The clowns surround all your chillin platoon, I think you need room
Perhaps a moment of soak in what you have seen
Go ahead, let go of my hand, now this was no dream
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