My brain is a sewer, where you dump your garbage.
Read me psychic man & tell me who I am, just put it on my visa.
Bleed me psychic man, I know you understand, you make it up so easy.
I dont watch lesbian porno, will I befriend a trailer & die a smoker? will I marry a redneck, will publishers clearing house drop off a big cheque?
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Reach through the phone there bud, are you vulcan can you meld with me? Ill reflect some evil to your head, til your dead.
Will I cough up a fur ball when reading the tabloids doctors pulled my gerbil? will I meet a new boyfriend, or will I be porked by martians & bare their children?
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