Tournament

That's great, it starts with an earthquake,

birds and snakes, an aeroplane

Lenny Bruce is not afraid.

Eye of a hurricane,

listen to yourself churn

world serves its own needs,

regardless of your own needs.

Feed it up a knock, speed,

grunt no, strength no.

Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height.

Wire in a fire, represent the seven games

in a government for hire

and a combat site.

Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies

breathing down your neck.

Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop.

Look at that low plane!

Fine then.

Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do.

Save yourself,

serve yourself.

World serves its own needs,

listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the

reverent in the right

right.

You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright

light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.

It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour.

Don't get caught in foreign tower.

Slash and burn, return,

listen to yourself churn.

Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting.

Every motive escalate.

Automotive incinerate.

Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down.

Watch a heel crush, crush.

Uh oh, this means no fear

cavalier.

Renegade and steer clear!

A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.

Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives

and I decline.

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide.

Mount St. Edelite.

Leonard Bernstein.

Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.

Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!

You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck,

right? Right.

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