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Here I am sitting in the back
Of a golf cart with no brakes
I've got the fruit of my own homeland
Stuffed in between my legs
I am looking for an answer
To the question that we are
I am searching for solutions
from inside this puzzle box
I am using both my hands to keep
My tongue inside my face
Because what I really want to say to you
Makes no sound when it comes out straight
I am not capital
I am a bastard noise
seething caterwaul
breathing in your face
and it smells like blood
blood and pussy
because I got hungry, and I’ve been busy
eating up all of your luck
that you gave away for free
now all you sell are needles
broad enough just for the stream
of the lucky famished addicts
floating on clouds of cologne
down a cosmic slide of paradox
like bad acid on rainbow road
I am not capital
I am a shining star
burning holes in space
grinning in your face
and I’d be damned if you minded
I’d say who’s got time for that
but as it stands I’m shining
on a mirror with a baseball bat
swinging blindfolded with three
like minded philosophers
I caught pissing where I sleep
and it smelled so bad it knocked us out
into a psychedelic dream
and damn did we have dreams!
they were the only thing we owned
I am not capital
I am a unicorn
sacred beast of the soul
drowned right before your eyes
when my hooves catch land they’ll take it by storm
my cloven steps seared on the shore
to light up the crystal wilderness
that’s been clawing at your door
making fallow all your land
we’re gonna eat up all your chemicals
and grow a future on your bones
we’ll feed your cancer to the appetite
of our embryonic sphinx
and choose a world with pyramids
and we will know we are the dream
I am not capital
I am a nightmare
real awake and on fire
melting your face
Dear lord they need a bigger boat
I guess Jaws believes in Jesus
two she-bears with an appetite
is it God or just the red bull?
I am not capital
I am a rolling stone
fingers worn to the bone
flying in your face
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