| The young man held a gun to the head of God
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| Stick this holy cow
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| Put the audience in action
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| Let the slaughtered take a bow
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| The old man’s words, white hot knives
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| Slicing through warm butter
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| The butter is the heart
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| The rancid peeling soul
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| Scratch pictures on asylum walls
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| Broken nails and matchsticks
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| Hypodermic, hypodermic, hypodermic
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| Red fix
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| One man’s poison another man’s meat
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| One man’s agony another man’s treat
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| Artaud lived with his neck
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| Placed firmly in the noose
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| Eyes black with pain
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| Limbs in cramps contorted
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| The theatre and its double
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| The void and the aborted
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones
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| Those Indians wank on his bones |