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Click hereme, I'm
mating on the crags
with the psychos and the fags,
seeing the dregs of America
fly their own anti-flags...
hackly and heckled
contracting mutating diseases to
spawn something hopefully
north of nothing
It's the story of the leech-tight psych-ward wrist-band,
of riches to rags to grocery cards,
of birth-controlled orgies,
sterilized liberties,
and the death-star nanny state,
of many generationed Americans
freezing gaunt in sanctioned hobo camps...
and soul-lobotomied doctors
finding their guttered-way by street-light
I'm mating on the crags
with the junkies and the fags,
seeing the dregs of America
fly their own anti-flags...
just waiting on the crags
for the war-heads
to restore some semblance of equality
I can almost see the anti-musical with this as the headline song - Smiles Sweet O.
to explain this line?
...and the death-star nanny state...
great social comment. 5ed