I Hurtle Back To A Conservative Locker

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Cushioned, my hair, returns to a modest helmet But always rough ridden with new hidden rents and tears Inside is my toxic Bohemia, and nightly its rotten circus, tours its fetid underground, which is fairly enormous I feel I must be a sad nazi somehow I feel I must be a sad nazi somehow I see young mother nature, and I want to defrock her I hurtle back, to a conservative locker With pictures of Marine and Rand and Lady Thatcher Blu-tacked to the door of my tinny dream catcher I hurtle back, to a conservative locker And sleep the sleep, of a stone cold winner All of my emails are from Russian females They put me in mind Put me in a hard soul kind Of heart murmur I get firmer when I give them my replies None of my emails are from Asian shemales If you will be mine I will love you long time If you will be mine I will love you a long time I hurtle back, to a conservative locker I need an alpha, I need a beta blocker All the booze and fags in the world My playground keeps increasing I hear death cries from the night skies I don't care what little lives are ceasing I feel I must've arrived At the end of the race Nobody can keep up with this alien pace I feel I must've arrived at the end of the race Nobody can keep up Nobody can keep up I hurtle back, to a conservative locker I see young mother nature And I want to defrock her If you will be mine If you will be mine If you will be mine Opiano opiano opiano so divine