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---To be content in a mad, mad world,
to be the last sane man to see
absolutely nothing in the ink blotter clouds
marching across an azure sky like pigs
to slaughter,
laughing until the final bomb blast
vaporizes our vocal chords.
Ripe and vibrating like a
tuning fork in A.
Where insanity falls like rain,
we're driven mad by the patter.
Drip, drip...
Madness took over Dallas last
Saturday morning.
---The oceans will to rise tomorrow.
Do you live on the coast? East, west?
Run to the hills like the bleating sheep.
Bleating and bleeding...
Stampeding!
How long can a person tread
water surrounded
by shark & man?
Not long...
Not long.
.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
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---To be content in a mad, mad world,
to be the last sane man to see
absolutely nothing in the ink blotter clouds
marching across an azure sky like pigs
to slaughter,
laughing until the final bomb blast
vaporizes our vocal chords.
Ripe and vibrating like a
tuning fork in A.
Where insanity falls like rain,
we're driven mad by the patter.
Drip, drip...
Madness took over Dallas last
Saturday morning.
---The oceans will to rise tomorrow.
Do you live on the coast? East, west?
Run to the hills like the bleating sheep.
Bleating and bleeding...
Stampeding!
How long can a person tread
water surrounded
by shark & man?
Not long...
Not long.
.
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