There’s semen on the wheel
that turns this town around
the city that’s ready to make a deal
when the suitors come around

They say it’s no fault of the car cult
that we look like dancers down from Mars
that worma can’t breathe under asphalt
or use sunrooves to see the stars

but Who are you ,they say
just a bird blown before the storm
but you’re not of our feather, they say
so respectfully I will warn

there’s a tumor in the wheel
that turns this town around
the city that’s ready to make a deal
when the suitors come around

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