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here comes the frenzy after the movies

places you want to see

burning through my legacy

lock horns with the coroner at the morgue

sweat of my brow

the faint of a cow

that's how we roll

let the truth be told

stuffed inside your mold

love lingers on with the faint of a song

happy to be a rooster on a roller coaster

music is getting louder

having my clam with chowder

something in my folder

tell you when I get a bit older

takes you by surprise

leave behind those satanic lies

bridges being crossed

we stand alone in the stream

living in a land so very mean

coupled with a bit of tender laughter

prepared for the great hereafter

there is more

remember Studio 64

heroin in the gym

one toke over the line & then

mother superior bought the gun bang bang shoot shoot

a bit of fun under the gun

now Bourdain is dead

what was going on inside his head

he would even eat the dead

suicidal

could we get some answers

could we attempt to understand

how we stick it to the man with the plan

hearts are uneasy the trip is so long

this is the end of my favorite song