I can hear those X-ist sacers come,
Is it only in my dreams?
For the inside of my head's so big
That it's bursting at the seams.
Reality is cleaner now,
My dogs are eating cheese,
If they'd loosend up these leather straps
I could do just what I please.
I WANT TO KILL MY "BOB" YOU SEE,
I'VE MET HIM ON THE ROAD.
MY HEADLIGHTS FLARED, I HONKED THE HORN,
THE DAMAGE HARDLY SHOWED....
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