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They do what she wants
With no mind of their own
Easily manipulated stage lights shone
She pulls on strings
And their joints start to grown
Face carved out of wood
And eyes out of bone
The move like spiders
Make noises like men
Dancin round in circles
They can see no end
They reach up
But cant grasp with their own hands
She looks down and makes her demands
She pulls on strings
And their joints start to grown
Face carved out of wood
And eyes out of bone
The creator wears a black dress
A white skull on her face
The stars shine bright
As the moon begins to fade
Fire flickers
Flames lick the stage
Come one, come all
The shows about to play.
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Haunted Vegetables
02:17
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My friend doesnt want haunted vegetables
But that's exactly what I want to be
A big ripe tomato dripping down your chin
Some dont like tomatoes
But also some dont like me
My friend doesnt want haunted vegetables
But our bodies are all compostable
Like grapes turn into wine
We could turn into grapes
Get our friends drunk
Would they make our same mistakes?
Bury me under your garden
I want to be a big fruit tree
It would be the highest honor
Finally be able to help everybody
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JUST PALS Atlanta, Georgia
Dill Pickle
Cheerboi with a banjo living between Seattle and Atlanta and playing folkish not punk music back and forth.
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