In the Stars I Can Sizzle Like a Battery

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Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Rock

In the Stars I Can Sizzle Like a Battery

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Call me Bruce or call me Troy or call me Dave I'm selling sauce in a crass parade Lumpy gravy dripping through my psyche I suspect that my synapses are flickering Thick and greasy, ploggerded and pasty I do declare, there's a syrup on my sanity Tie me down and milk me round because my brain Is melting down in the falling rain Dreamy dreamer dreaming in the corner Sets his mind on a peanut butter sandwich Puffy pancakes plodding through my belly Make me feel like I just might have a baby Take my medicine, slither through the labyrinth In the stars I can sizzle like a battery When I breathe, it's disease, it's disease I exhale where I please When I call out my name, it's a shame It never sounds the same When I breathe, it's disease, it's disease I exhale where I please I shiver when I'm free

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  • Thinking Fellers Union Local 282