Verse:
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In a land made of string
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where the hills are balls of twine
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and the doctor knits the sun
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down in a baseball diamond mine
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and the mozzarella sweaters
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get sewn to the tits
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where the lump behind the sheet
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is where the tumor took a shit
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and i'll be getting head
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under the rainbow
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and i'll be getting head
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under the rainbow
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and i'll be getting head
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under the raaa-inbo-oh-w
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well we came upon a cracker
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and we all came on this cracker
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and the last one had to eat it
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and she did
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but she threw it up like a whooer
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and the sunshine stabbed right through her
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like a whooer on a skewer
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in the wind
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and i'll be getting head
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under the rainbow
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and i'll be getting head
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under the rainbow
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and i'll be getting head
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under the raaa-inbo-oh-w
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now the king was reading comics
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when he stepped into some vomit
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and he screamed like forty wolves
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being burned alive
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and i rode my dolpin adam
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and he fed my dolphin stars
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he fed my dolphin stars
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like you'd put gasoline in cars
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papa was smart
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but mama said i wasn't
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now i've got a million dollars
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but who doesn't?
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gonna go to the graveyard
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to get some beggin' done
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gonna dig up megan
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and cut out my son
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Mozzarella Swastikas
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| Adam Green |
