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I'm just here to hold your hand when you die And to show you around imaginary places Put money lumps in my bloody stump And I will have a smile that's a perfect circle Die in your sleep with the sky at your feet I'll shoot you when you're happy, on the day that you will find peace How do you do? I don't know I'm okay Every person I know is a secret service agent Because I've been accused of lewd conduct Stole the heart of a prude prom slut And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in The loony bin, the funny farm, cause of what I did But I'm just here to hold your hand when you die There is not a single person who can do it better No needle skippin in my ecosystem But in the audience may be an evil Christian HMO how I hate him so But they charge me for a halo But I'm on a scavenger hunt for a lavender chunk Of the sky, maybe I'll replace it with a mud-pie I play dead songs on the silk screen Buy my shirt it is a killed dream It is known to lead the way to the stairwell To God's administrative office and a final farewell I'm just here to hold your hand when you die And to give your assault rifle a banana clip Glow in the dark when I stroll in the park Givin everybody informative pamphlets! No sign of life for as far as I can see Everybody's just charred meat up in the car seat Eat shit and die to the secret spy Cause I have a funny feeling that I'm being watched 24-hour surveillance Money or power are ailments But I send the medical supplies and the shipping And the handling is way too much, cause I'm from the Afterlife I'm just here to hold your hand when you die It's like I put a cough drop right upon your soft spot Make Martian clothes out of your garden hose Turn into a deadly gas blown through the air duct She's not in love but I thought that she was She doesn't love me because I don't have the right haircut I misunderstood I should fix under the hood But I will not apologize for anything that I've said My name is Mr. Busdriver, this is the producer Paris We are not embarrassed to admit that we will perish in A pit of our own imaginary PLACE!
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