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They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan. When they disscovered a slave cematary there.
May their souls rest in peace now that lynching s frowned apon.
We've moved on to the electric chair.
I wonder who's going to be President this time Twiddle DUMB oor Twiddle DUMBER? And who's gonna have the new blockbuster this summer?
How about we put up a wall between the highways and the houses so that you can go your way and I can go my way.
But the Radios all agree TV's with theand all the Magizens agree with all the radios..
AND I KEEP HEARING THAT SAME DAMB SONG! EVERYWHERE I GO! Maybe I should put a bucket over my head and a Marshmellow in each ear. and stumbel around for another Hum Dumb, another Humdrum hit song to appear.
People used to make records, as in a record of an event, the event of people makeing MUSIC in a room. But now everything is crossmarketing, it's about sunglasses and shoes. Or Guns and Drugs you chosse.
WE got it rehasshed we got it HALFASSED; We're digging up all the graves and spitting on the past.
And we can chosse the colors of the lipstick of whores because we KNOW THE DIFFERANCE of the Font of 20% more.
and the font of..
TERIAKY!
You tell me, how dose that make me feel?
You tell me what's real...
And they say that alchoholics will allways be alchoholics; even when their dry as my lips for years. Even when their stranded on a small deseart island with no where in a THOUSAND MILES TO BY BEER!
And I wonder..
Am I different.. Am I different have I changed? What am I about? Or am I just a liar with nothing to lie about?
And my head is but a sane brick wall. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL?
Go back to that corrner in Manhattan and dig deeper..
Dig deeper this time.
Down Beneath the impossible pain of our history...Beneath the unkown bones... Beneath the bed rock of the mystery.. Beneath the sewage sytem and the Path train.. Beneath the cobbel stones and the water main..
Beneath the traffic of freindships and street deals.. Beneath the screaching of KamaKaze cab wheels...
Beneath everything I can think of to think about..
Beneath it all... It all
GET OUT!
Beneath the GODD THE BAD THE WICKED AND STUPID AND THE CLURE!
There's a fire just waiting for FUEL..
A FIRE JUST WAITING..
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