Empty party with policemen
Knocking on my wood
Nothing understood
Starving with some food
Shattered nails for the specimen
Out of frying pan
Into a guillotine fan
I'm trying to be a man
I love you attach me to your skin
I will keep it dry, dry, dry
Sadness recycle in the chain bomb mail
Chopping off my hand
To make a rubber band
To tie up sweet pea sand
Cornered rat bit off my only sail
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Lost a leg with a shoe
No help is on the queue
I love you attach me to your skin
I will keep it dry, dry, dry
You can live without the extra fin
Give it to me to fry, fry, fry
Cyborg sonet
Take me apart