Help I think I blindfolded the chauffeur The coordinates are off track Makes one want to file a restraining order On humanity or myself Thieves like us Postulate we must In echo chambers of fermented ethanol Listen to reason as I voice my speculations With the brains of a blowup doll
Hush as I spill my wayward theories I'll stack them Pre-Raphaelite scaffolds
Drag the boys back up who fell across the railing If we must, we'll have us pinned like butterflies Framed in glass displays As we're three sheets to the wind
We got ourselves a hostage situation With well developed Stockholm syndrome There'll be taken no negotiations Our complexions are monochrome Thieves like us Postulate we must Here, there's no regard for tact Don't stop drilling Perforate the willing Leave them thoroughly ransacked
Hush as I spill my wayward theory I'll stack it on Pre-Raphaelite scaffolds
Drag the boys back up who fell across the railing If we must, we'll have us pinned like butterflies Framed in glass displays As we're three sheets to the wind
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