I wanna eat paint chips at 3 in the morn',
why must I be the object of so much scorn?
I want a weeping willow pillow and a live oak bed,
when I open up my eyes I see a mantis on my head.
Now I'm screaming like a girl and running in place,
Don't know where I'm going, it's a huge frickin' space!
Holy moley Stoli, I think I need a shot,
I tried to sneak out, but I totally got caught.
Floating through the sky, cracked my head on a crow,
Thought I was in Kansas, but now I don't know.
Cocked my head back, there's that praying mantis once more,
Creepy little bastard, I had to smash it on the floor.
Laser guided lasers and other techno-riffic crap,
Like motorized candy or an auto-sensing map.
Floating gently down to a sugar beet field,
I'll just stay here forever, where I'm sweetly concealed.
-Random-
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