Graham Repulski - Hullabaloo
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Looking back on loaded lines
Do you cry,
Do you crawl,
Or do you reach for the sky?

Little mopers grope for the gag
Of sullen pricks' adrenaline skag
Peering in through peepholes of late:
cll I want is dead

Father sellout
Round and round in the bowl
Cleaned the dull out
Copped a feel for your soul

Hearing "Crystal"
Mind over pud
Paradise and puddles of Bud
Dead to rights and honest to Zod:
cll I want is dead