we fucking lost this contest
demon nots got to let us ever win
sad little black velvet clown eyes spurtin’
bad little weasels under the flourboards
can we go home now? i asked the melty man
we’re on the way to PizBoxMainia, said the melty man driving his dark carriage wild
i tried jumping
i tried talking
i tried hitting but the air’s too slow
i try thinking of louisiana
six miles south of baton rouge
in that inhuman backwoods
i seen a floaty lady there once
with eyes like fresh oranges
she was singing little sweet melodies
about chocolate bars and love
the little elfs was all so happy
the eight cylinders rocked out fire pow pow pow pow
rockin’ up to the sky
look down below from the white leather seats
wave goodbye to the night city
wave good night

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