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Every minute people die and

every other minute people are born.
How did you spend that minute and
what was your involvement in either or?
There's secret wars
radioactive fallout
poison seeps in your pores
so keep indoors

I would give you more details
but I really have to be on my way

Go ahead and run
with your CD player as your escape pod
Your unfaithful god is your paycheck from your day job

(???) on your eyes
of you fleeing TV-land's compost heap
be the apex of chaos
have safe sex with stray dogs
Until you age fully any skin cream
Will turn a Cindy Lauper into a Cindy Crawford
But won't tell you could be eaten alive
At any city block or dive by mosberg
Isn't self-pity awkward when you're in your voice as a songbird,
muffled in your release starting to complete crossword puzzles?
And your self concious aquifer's been drained to a water puddle.

I would love to sit and chat, but I got to be on my way
Sorry I don't have the time to shoot your breeze or (???)
You want a bright future to be pitch black, so I got to be on my way

I'm sorry there's no time allotted for your hijinks
or you should be fly-swatted at least thats what I think
Go ahead and spend but the dollar bill is nature's suicide note
Seek refuge at late hours in the Mayflowers
like goin' from (??) and holograms to CDs full of Robocops who bleed soda pop
The good beauty and is why (??) love is a photo op and (??) is a coke rock

Even the stars in the penthouse become sparks when I do another head count
But it's a good day to die and I've been diggin a ditch
So I've combined what didn't exist
with demoralizing the democratic demi-gods I get a pedagogue
and dog fights all in my steady job its to break your fault line
when its all dark and call a ball or strike in the ball park
You forgot a small part, the (??) piss in the asylum
You would be embarrassed if I died young
Maybe because you felt that Meredith was a shy nun
And you just (??) the bitch when she was high strung
but you (??) if she buy guns

When you knew too much she threw you off the terrace when you tried to run
Luckily a (??) of wack MCs broke your fall
Now you cherish the raps and (??) the close call
And cherish what I said most of all

I would love to sit and chat but I've got to be on my way
I'm sorry I don't have the time to shoot your breeze or (??) fruits in the trees and I lose track
Got a bright future to be pitch black so I've got to be on my way

I'm sorry sir this whole time (??) before I've had to fly swat it
I've gotta driver's fiber optic is really a fine tuned instrument
In inseparable moments tween you and your loved ones
Thugs come from (??) or when they're scared you leave tears
Comin down their cheekbone, you seek the clones
What about speak in the zone, that is unbelievable
and California needa get a beach comb
To find the edible tidbits and little bytes and gigabytes of information
a megabyte a betcha byte a bigga bite when you come here
But I'll stretch your life out in a long time sequence, long term
Strong germ, thats what I am
Analyzing every pitri dish
You know that I'm so secretive
So just.. keep in on the hush hush