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You'll laugh a lot As the sun's so hot You've really got to take your incredible disguise Off And sit in the sun till it has gone Till it has finally gone down behind the fanfare Take a subway trip into town for only a dollar thirty-five Watch Norma's mustache as it comes electrically alive Her father suddenly died, he even cried in the night Thinking she's an antichrist, he never realized she lied And she talks to me And she's eager to agree I can see she's speaking of her love for me Take a hatchet to her head But don't look inside it yet Don't make a hurry to be buried for she's not yet Dead My rich dowager aunt is standing over there A king comes by once to try and make love to her It's only the experience that the dealer laid once Neither of you could have the baby But no need to be sad For they determined there's pills to take for that I just don't want you to be a juror at your mother Disguised as a dumbass caked plush cat But if you start to purr about your jewels and fur Look at your mother's photo and say, "so what? It happened to her." I'll take a hatchet to her head I won't look inside it yet I won't make a hurry to be buried for she's not yet Dead And just sit in the sun till it has gone Till it has finally gone down behind the fanfare Where you really haven't a care Feel as free as the air Never mind which way and how and what and where You go
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- Writers
- Charlie Barber