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Flaming Lips Finally The Punk Rockers Are Taking Acid 1983 1988

stupid, dressed, Jesus son I'm slipping into the Charlie Manson blues I'm a stupid, dressed, Jesus son Head burning up, chain-smoking Everybody here is choking Shrunken heads are

This man was walking down by the curb He had lost his saddle in the mud This guy was crying, tears from his eyes Part of his body was paralyzed I thought

(they may not be exact, but here is what i got from listening to the song part by part) i'm livin here on the third speck from the sun i think its

She is death All of the time She is death (She is death) All of the days (She is death) She is death (She is death) And I can't leave (And I can't leave

great, some new kind of drug They got their wires pulled out Tell ya man, they're unplugged, they're unplugged Everybody here is a mental case Their eyes are

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