Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Blinded by the light

Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomatIn the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hatWith a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-roundWith this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the groundNow Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sandAnd some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the bandSome silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes She said

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