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Bird Andrew Mysterious Production Of Eggs

My dewy eyed, Disney bride what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde Monsters, whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide Jesus, don't you know

Well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun With that heavy-metal gaze, they'll have to measure in tons And when you look up at the sky All

Those that will judge Will say you're aloof But you know the truth is a seed You know what you need Is a conflagration 'Cause when I see your blood And

I got home this morning With the sun right in my eyes And there was no warning Yes, it took me by surprise As it hit me like an act of God Causing my

When I wake up in the morning Pour the coffee and I read the paper An' then I slowly and so softly do the dishes And feed the fishes Sing me "Happy Birthday

You remind me of you The way you shot right through and how You broke my window glass Fast, it happened so fast I have to confess that I That I was impressed

there's one guy I'd like to thank he signs the checks and leaves them blank he's the one he says you don't have to walk a plank the game is rigged, go

my dewy-eyed Disney bride what has tried swapping your blood with formaldehyde? Monsters? Whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide! Jesus don't you know

get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain we'll give you a complex and we'll