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s c i e n c e . f i c t i o n

1 2 . f e b r u a r y , 2 0 1 9

old country road, roll on ahead

robots and drones… prescription meds


the boys are back in town… i must be dreaming

we’ll only drag you down, you must believe me

the boys are back in town... soon to be leaving

soon to be falling down, soon to be…


terrified… like a moth by the candlelight

terrorized… like a host by the parasite


(our hero and heroine, scene of the crime

sweet talkin' gentleman, teri, hell of a guy)


I-95, butter and bread

light up the night, dawn of the dead


the boys are on tonight… i been deceiving

we’ll dodge the dynamite you been releasing

the boys are on tonight… soon to be leaving

soon to be drawing flies, soon to be…


terrified… like a moth by the candlelight

terrorized… like a host by the parasite


(our hero and heroine, scene of the crime

sweet talkin' gentleman, teri, hell of a guy)


(his skin on your skeleton, bleed the boy dry

he's hung like an elephant, teri, and uncircumcised)