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this time it's the truth

this time nothings gonna fall on through

these books

are broken up
Blast off!

wham! bam!

Right off the shelf

Right off the shelf

Blast off!

this is it- the last one

this ine's the final-in-a-fair-field-of-wheat

this building

will may be fall down

Blast off!

Down! down!

Down! down!

The ground

Down! down!

The ground

Blast off!

well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings

mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!

(damn things nearly hardly flap)

canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures

that look like...
long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl

(like a ground -plan of Hell)

curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!

Quixanne, ah'm in its grip

Quixanne, ah'm in its grip

sinken in the mud

patron-saint of the Bog.
they cum with boots of blud

wit pitchfawk and with club

chantin out mah name

got doggies strainin onna chain

Lucy, ah'll love ya till the end!

they hunt me like a dog

down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!

so cum mah executioners! cum bounty hunters!

so you've come back for Jennifer
you know, she hides her face behind a veil
I'm warning you Frankie, leave on the next train
your Jennifer she just isn't the same
quit waving that thing about! come back!
come back and give me a chance to explain
your baby will never cry again.
so don't try to reach out
and don't let the ship's flag down
point the figure-head at the storm