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The Last Hurrah!
Created on 2003-12-30 16:25:12 (#1736108), last updated 2005-04-23
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Basic Info| Name: | The Rascal King |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 02-26 |
BioA febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack
Tonight the windows are watching
The streets all conspire
The lamppost can't stop crying
If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity
Or will I see hungry lover homicides
Loving brother suicides
And ollie ollie oxenfries who pick a side and hide
The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituaries
Oh yeah
Coakroach naps, rattleing traps
How many angels can you fit upon a matchhead?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley around the corner there's a whino's feathered shoulders
And a spirit giving head for crack, she'll never want it back
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like Thanksgiving
And a pack of wild deaperados scournful of living
The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituaries
Oh yeah
Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
How many devils can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is the crumiest book I ever read
There isn't a hook
Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock
And characters an amateur would never dream up
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
And the children are hoping for a heart attack
Tonight the windows are watching
The streets all conspire
The lamppost can't stop crying
If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity
Or will I see hungry lover homicides
Loving brother suicides
And ollie ollie oxenfries who pick a side and hide
The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituaries
Oh yeah
Coakroach naps, rattleing traps
How many angels can you fit upon a matchhead?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley around the corner there's a whino's feathered shoulders
And a spirit giving head for crack, she'll never want it back
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like Thanksgiving
And a pack of wild deaperados scournful of living
The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituaries
Oh yeah
Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
How many devils can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is the crumiest book I ever read
There isn't a hook
Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock
And characters an amateur would never dream up
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
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