[thurston] He's running on a tuff gnarl in his head He's got a fatal erection home in bed He's really smart and he's really fast He's got a hard tit killer fuck in his past Saints preserve us in hot young stuff The saving grace is a sonic pig pile Amazing grazing strange and raging Flies are flaring through your brains Spastic flailing literally raising my roof An adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia You gnarl out on my nerves you weird and crush the cranking raunch Flesh dirt forcefield lost and found let's burn your broken heart Set our sight on sights not yet set let's scorch your wavo wig Let's poke your eyes out
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