Fool's Drool
Electric spine rider
I’m a squealin’ wheel for hire
Genie with a busted lamp
Magic mind on fire
Tell me where to spade the grave
My ghost is getting lost
We kick the womb and test the tomb
Immortal at all cost
Birth the word, a lessen learned
Self-taught upon the page
It never hurt the sturdy bird
to never act its age
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