Strolling through the parks | 1 |
While chewing on some maze, | 2 |
Feeling the ultimate of inner peace | 3 |
As I down some cranberry juice | 4 |
and mosh to pulsed, electrified metal. | 5 |
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Finding pearls of faith and truth, | 6 |
Forever clear that the pumpkins won't last through the summer rains. | 7 |
Its a twisted stairway to the highway to hell. | 8 |
Climb into a yellow submarine with my generation | 9 |
'Cause it's the end of the world as we know it. | 10 |
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But as we feel our vessel surfacing, | 11 |
Allowing us to see a corrupted world, | 12 |
We open the torpedo chute | 13 |
and slide in some new batteries. | 14 |