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A term of endearment A pure bread Pedigree Imbecile The firing squad on parade on the thoroughfare The death squads are on patrol for run on sentences and chemical runoff The peer mediators tell us all to calm down The rapscallions try to push us into their get-rich-quick schemes And the shut-ins settle down with their mail ordered brides The wallflowers tell everyone to go to hell with great brio I guess I'll see them there It won't be much of an endeavor It'll be like a dog finding its way home The blood brothers perturb everyone else Telling them their open blood pact is BYOB Then starting a be-in singing Come all ye faithful and Kumbaya It all comes full circle, monkey see monkey do
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
"Whoa, just take it easy man"
A term of endearment A pure bread Pedigree Imbecile The firing squad on parade on the thoroughfare The death squads are on patrol for run on sentences and chemical runoff The peer mediators tell us all to calm down The rapscallions try to push us into their get-rich-quick schemes And the shut-ins settle down with their mail ordered brides The wallflowers tell everyone to go to hell with great brio I guess I'll see them there It won't be much of an endeavor It'll be like a dog finding its way home The blood brothers perturb everyone else Telling them their open blood pact is BYOB Then starting a be-in singing Come all ye faithful and Kumbaya It all comes full circle, monkey see monkey do
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tommy-johnson
Colombian
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
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