This here a song, is about John W Smoke Junior
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It's about bein' in love and lovin' the love that's hatin' the love
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the love and the love and the hate that's lovin with all
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It's around the love that's hate that's the hate that's the love
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And the love is the love that is the hate that's hatin' the love,
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it's lovin' the hate
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It's about John W Smoke's mom, it's with his mom
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it's about his mom it's about his mom it's about lovin his mom
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and bein' without his mom and lovin' the hate that's hatin' the love
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and his mom and all the time they're there
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Hatin' the hate that's lovin' the hate it's love it's the love that's hate
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And it goes somethin' about like this
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John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
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John Smoke, oh John E Smoke
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Whaoh John E Smoke, John E John E John E John
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John, John Smoke
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John E Smoke
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Here we go
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John, John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy
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but stood ten foot tall with a knife
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Pretty soon the mole had appeared on John's left leg
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and rope like, it extended out 469 different miles
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and verily verily it was 69 different nuns
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speaking simultaneously to John in 69 different languages
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And then it evolved itself and it was the legless dog that became
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a cyclone out of John's father's fore head
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And there is was like a twinkie with a halo storm in it
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and it revolved down into the sky and talked to John
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like he was a little puppy himself
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And John said that I am not the magma, I am not the crust
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and I shall evolve when the rain had come down here and washed on John
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And he said that I will be a cigarette butt before it's all done with
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And they said no, you are the flame itself and you shall burn pure
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in the South American sky where the blooddogs worship the stairway
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John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
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oh John Smoke, ooo OW!
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John E Smoke, oh John E Smoke
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oh oh John E Smoke
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oh John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E John E
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John E John E Jooooooooooooooooo
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And so brainlessly leglessly hairlessly the foil tip top of itself,
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and revealed to John that the QE 2 luxury liner extended out of John's left side
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And so it had preach you in Mars with a saran backwards
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and upwardly they did evolve
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Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste product that had come out of John's body
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His body was no longer the prime vehicle to express itself
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And he could be the dog and the dog's eyes which had blood comin' out like they were
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roped around John's leg and pulled him up, like he was a canoe and and he floated on the live essence itself, past South American where he was in love.
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John E. Smoke
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Butthole Surfers |