Meeting behind the iron sling
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My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing
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Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc
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Cloudily gave me the key to the dark
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Scraping the lice from my bed
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I sussed we were teleported into his head
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A wormy blood train expected our feet
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But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap
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And fitted the stair to her gap
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And led her off the Astral plane
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Sculpting her features in flesh
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Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene
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And rose on the veiny snake train
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And prayed to his bastille sky brain
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The driver was a cancer growth cell
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His words were just recorded tapes of Hell
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He left us in the room of faded scrolls
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In a window wall we saw a good thought chained
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But knifed into a portion of his brain
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Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach
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It was interlocked between his angel eyes
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Which were bleached transparent
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And his marble lips were paralysed
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We swum and ran knee deep in plasma
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The cello stairs reduced in size
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The sunken landscape eclipsing into
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A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes
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Scenescof then became a midget
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Scratching at the bone in my knee
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Then an eat without a body
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Listening to my mental sea
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Suzy sat behind some loose flesh
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Her pirate thoughts were both young and old
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Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings
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She held me near she felt the cold
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We ran just like young fauns
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And me I fought a great worm
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Sent to taste my jaguar feet
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And used his skin to make my wings begin
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I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus
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And flew us above some uncooked meat
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A plastic hook pierced through my Instep
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I flew too near his Brutus heart
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But Suzy hip to all the future
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Played the Victorian heroin's part
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With my basted leg and rusty head
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And Suzy in a Hipolite dream
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I brandished my breathing machette
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While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine
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It flew out from its eyelid island
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It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray
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It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows
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It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement
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It makes a sound it seemed to say
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Keep cool the satin sun is yours
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I see your youthy aura's bright
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Expell your tears and jungle fears
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I'm here it's going to be alright
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Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair
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Quick silvered from black to grey
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Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial
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And was transformed into Grecian dust
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And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm
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With a charger and a spear
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As he moved his limbs
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The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear.
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The Scenescof Dynasty
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