| Under the time-lapse clouds
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| out on the screen of green
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| I want to see the monsters couple
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| with the wet machine.
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| You are my salad witch
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| that I would love to dress.
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| I do not lack the Wound.
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| I do not lack the Mess.
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| And Everything Like That.
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| It’s a granulated thing
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| out the Isle of Grain
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| I want to see the mermaids tussling in the cellophane
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| You took me to the temple
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| and I saw the Snake of Brass.
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| I worshipped gods I don’t believe in then they bit my arse.
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| And Everything Like That.
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| It’s a many splendoured thing
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| I’m looking for it still:
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| to sculpt the stone of history
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| -with the hammer of my will.
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| you told me that your Art
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| was something that you’d suffer for.
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| 'that's well and good' I said
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| 'but would you teach yourself to draw?'
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| Or Anything Like That?
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| It’s under shadow law
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| I sought my virtue there.
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| I want to stand up on the mountain
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| with my soul laid bare.
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| When all the lilies bloom
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| you’ll be in my Song of Songs.
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| I’ll be your sugar daddy baby
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| here’s the sugar tongs.
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| And Everything Like That.
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| It’s a large potato thing
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| I keep looking for the signs
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| I wanna see the aerial view of Sodom
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| once before I die.
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| Be my deliquescent virgin.
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| I’ll be your gateway crime.
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| I understand your hesitation
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| please just take your time.
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| And Everything Like That.
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| It’s all a mirage
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| the glory that was Rome:
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| I want to ape Tiberius
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| with methedrine and chrome.
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| You are my thunder monkey.
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| You are my baby lamb.
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| I am a simple reptile honey -you know I am.
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| And Everything Like That.
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| It’s an avant-gardish thing,
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| they gave me too much rope:
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| I’m doing Iolanthe
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| through a stethoscope.
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| I see you wreathed in vapours
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| and striding through the coals.
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| You’ll be a Muse of Fire for
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| post-post-modern rock 'n' roll
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| And Everything Like That
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| It’s an evanescent thing
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| I waved my fairy wand.
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| I want to rise up glistening from the bottom of the pond.
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| You never liked this nonsense
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| but this is not so wrong.
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| It’s sort of funky,
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| sort of weird and moderately long
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| And Everything Like That.
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| this is a Do-Right outro
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| for all night song
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| and it’ll fade out slowly before long… |