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Aborigines in the Australian outback Among starving dingoes A drug deal going on behind the bowling alley And a butterfly knife waiting to be put into someones gut Show some skin Then maybe you will get somewhere at the customer service desk Buyer beware, consumer keep cautious Lay waste to that place and get your money back They sold you an amphibian and told you it was a marsupial The clerk wrote your inconvenience off as null Off in Puerto Rico there's a cockfight Pass the bug replant Dos cervezas por favor It's a steel cage grudge match Brought to you by the courtesy of some man who's name I cannot pronounce I got my invitation to this thing in a basket of tropical fruit Someplace near substructure homes I see a man in a bandanna looking at me He turned out to be a free lance astronomer who has a thesis on starry quadrilaterals in the sky He thought by betting on the bigger rooster he would hit pay dirt But it was I who met pay day when I bet on the smaller, faster one The astronomer had so much hate in his eyes I thought his corneas were going to burst Be pulled out a blade and chased after me and all my winnings with the intent to puncture my torso and pillage my pockets But had to go see a man about a horse named "Nunya" Luckily I got away clean to tall the tale
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
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Aborigines in the Australian outback Among starving dingoes A drug deal going on behind the bowling alley And a butterfly knife waiting to be put into someones gut Show some skin Then maybe you will get somewhere at the customer service desk Buyer beware, consumer keep cautious Lay waste to that place and get your money back They sold you an amphibian and told you it was a marsupial The clerk wrote your inconvenience off as null Off in Puerto Rico there's a cockfight Pass the bug replant Dos cervezas por favor It's a steel cage grudge match Brought to you by the courtesy of some man who's name I cannot pronounce I got my invitation to this thing in a basket of tropical fruit Someplace near substructure homes I see a man in a bandanna looking at me He turned out to be a free lance astronomer who has a thesis on starry quadrilaterals in the sky He thought by betting on the bigger rooster he would hit pay dirt But it was I who met pay day when I bet on the smaller, faster one The astronomer had so much hate in his eyes I thought his corneas were going to burst Be pulled out a blade and chased after me and all my winnings with the intent to puncture my torso and pillage my pockets But had to go see a man about a horse named "Nunya" Luckily I got away clean to tall the tale
tommy-johnson
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
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