Crawling down the dance floor
Upon your hands and Knees
You dropped your favorite name
And abandoned it with ease
You're a human being lawnmower
But your band is just a rash
Soak up all that revolution into
Some paper lantern trash
Scrawling Nietzsche on your hand
Won't pull your ass out of the crash

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