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Lay me down on a griddle of sweat
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Lay me down, it's been a long day
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Time to unwind, time to relax
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Let the tension flow away
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My body's weary and full of holes
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Hollow jets in my fingers and toes
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Too tired to masturbate
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No sound in the dark as I float in outer space
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Touch down on an astroturf plain
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Peewee golf balls roll by my face
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Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
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Nailed as an example again
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Tied down with fishing line
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Lilipution sacrifice
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Fire works go off, I hear the cheers
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Smell the hot dogs
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Smell the mustard and beer
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Sharp needles pierce my flesh
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Hypodermics press down and inject
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20 gallons of Canfield's diet Fudge Soda
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Effervescent bubbling chocalate blood
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Micron by micron my flesh starts to melt
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All that's left is brain and bones
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Hot beams on the cool wet sand
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Bury me - with the help of the wind and the waves
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Submerged in the cool soil
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Earthworms crawl in and crawl out
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Further down is the underground aquifer cave
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The bats and blindfish
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Are all my freinds
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Soil hardens and it starts to crack
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The lake is dry as the desert air
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Sidewinders crawl through my eye sockets
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Their soft white underbelly feels like love
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Blowing tumbleweeds stick to my ribs
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Night falls, the sky is red
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Captain Beefheart flys up on gargoyle wings
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Talons reach down to take back again
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Reborn on a bed of white
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Incubator filters out the light
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A thousand breasts massage my face
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But Life is calling to take me away
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("Open up! We have a warrant!")
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Learn to walk another day
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Learn to walk another day
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Ohm, ohm, ohm, ohm, etc.
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TIME TO MELT
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| Lard |
