This aint the day to say
I know demons grow in algae
At the bottom of my pond
Swamp gas and donut holes
Questions no one can answer
Batman's hooked on pain
Flashbacks, but this aint Vietnam
It's a sound stage
And the director's having a breakdown
Just like my computer
It can't handle the truth
In this spoof here on planet earth
Truth and buttered nuts
Gathering with black berets
Barking at the stars
Light years from Goldilocks
Far beyond our solar plexus
Hey, this is what happens
When you spend your life pretending
Bending to every little breeze
Down by the sea the crabs debate
Quantum mechanics
And the growing hegemony
Of internet porn
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