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Booger/Nerd Alert Split Cassette
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omelets, poured from adder's eggs
blankets, weaved from spider's webs
processed, and packaged on a shelf
poison, we're toasting to our health.
we fucked up, it's too late, we can't be saved.
there's no help coming from above.
cut down, and destroy, control, and exploit.
reduce to ashes, mud, and dust.
bloated, you still cant get your fill
bargains, find the better deal
programmed, to stumble through your life
seeking, a house, a car, a wife.
you think that we'll be fine, so you refuse to make a change, that we were put here on this earth, and we were meant to live this way. well i've got sour news, for you and all your friends, there's noone coming down, to save you in the end.
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