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They print paper We make copies Lumps in their soup Lumps in our blood The Great Divide Label me doomed Tickle me tired With your barbed tail But she's got room To powder her nose And he loves the steam While the devil Adds ten pounds The sweet **** of the middle The coddled and befuddled Spawn Padded walls Will lead you to A shallow grave- Three feet under Yearning for a box While they dance in circles Generations of Insulin an Insulation Widen the gap Here comes the bomb Numb is not a temporary state But it sure is a comfortable place We're all on the lam Don't ask for more Ask to return To the source They print paper We make copies
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
Reverse Darwinism
They print paper We make copies Lumps in their soup Lumps in our blood The Great Divide Label me doomed Tickle me tired With your barbed tail But she's got room To powder her nose And he loves the steam While the devil Adds ten pounds The sweet **** of the middle The coddled and befuddled Spawn Padded walls Will lead you to A shallow grave- Three feet under Yearning for a box While they dance in circles Generations of Insulin an Insulation Widen the gap Here comes the bomb Numb is not a temporary state But it sure is a comfortable place We're all on the lam Don't ask for more Ask to return To the source They print paper We make copies
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
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