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Mr. Bungle
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All behold the spectacle A fleshy limbless rectangle Sitting on a pedestal So nasal handicapable
Sniff and remember silver ball Contortions that he can't recall The torso on a trampoline The happiness melts into dream
To talk is an enunciated sneeze To tatse is some foul air to breathe
One thought, it lasts a day And at that rate - he'll most likely live forever!!!!!!!!!! He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite And he fucks himself as he fucks the world
His twitching brain can dance within Gyrating more like gelatin A secret means of ecstasy Acute and very olfactory
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To see is colors crawling in the nose To hear is stinking highs and lows
He's got an itch, but nothing with which To scratch the itch - so wish it away
With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta
Smell. Sweat. Movement. Everyone's dancing. Disco. Dimple. Fading. Darker. A subtle fragrance. Faint. Everyone's dancing without him. Where did it go? Dark. Odorless. Nothing.
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