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i'm flying as high as an eagle

and far apart my arms are spread

like a knife of which to move the butter

i've just now let go the finger



like a rock and a hard place

i'm in this jam

i'd say the moving around is quite like jelly

i've a horrible ache around the belly



well it appears now i have an uncle

i'll piss on your grave, you mother fucker!

see, i never really was too fond of smuckers



like a kiss on your lips

a sore on your thighs

go attach yourself another leg

out of order: yes, it's been broken



compact my disc and i'll play frisbee

then on and on my fire would fly

dig at your dirt just like an insect

or get into your bed just like a bug

as much as you'd break, i'd rather bust 'er

the hours are fleetin like keaton

but don't refer to me as michael