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Wednesday, Mar. 03, 2004 - 11:30 p.m. A... Flowing Thing There are monsters. They are big. They like to feed on people. One monster's big. Another small. And both of them will eat us. With pointy teeth. To cut us with. And a belly that'll hold us. And when they've eaten their fill... They'll dance like BEES, they will! The BEES dance! The BEES prance! The BEES spin round in circles! The BEES laugh! The BEES cry! The BEES STING YOU ALL! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! BZzT! The little child is crying! But poor old buzzy bee's worst off! The furry fella's dying! Dying, for his guts ripped out, Oh woe is him! Lament! Whyfor must this poor bee be dead? IT'S JUST NOT FAIR, GODDAMNIT! It's just not fair! The BEE is dead! HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD! I loved the bee! I lov-ed he! I cry, I sigh, oh tragedee! THE BEE WILL HAVE REVENGE ONE DAY He might, Or mayhaps, Won't. But that no matter, Do it, Jim? He stung the kiddies throat! |
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AROUND THE WORLD NOW LIKE A BIG BRIGHT CHERRY CLOUD TRAVELLING FROM HOME
TO HOME TV SETS AND TELEPHONES HERE IT COMES JUST LIKE A STORM BATHE IN
IT AND BE REBORN TIME TO LET THE WORLD KNOW WELCOME MADNESS SAY HELLO |
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