Drinking in electric lady land, conversate with the crazy man. Where the babies sip baby cham', and dames babysit Damien. Plagued by the everyday pain of a pantomime palladium. Players duckin buckshots in the cranium. Lost on a path of pre-destined devastation. They're dishin out medication in many forms. I meditate on millennium metaphors. A tour-de-force of fornication.A thought-police state dictates to the whores of a sleaze nation. Discreet segregation, Infinite degrees of separation, we celebrate creation. Creating new means of our destruction. De-sensitised to the violence, the carnage is cartoon, It's Televised to your front room. Guns boom, pictures that poison the young.We're highly strung. A slugfest for the scum, but I ain t givin up 'cause I'm driven by the drum in drunken tongues. I talk up at the sun but I ain t givin up.

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