Shithead, I shout
I said, don't put wear on your tread
Don't you worry about
Me, I'm not down and out
I live and I die by grout
Your bed has drowned
Lost to junk
Now I sleep on top bunk
Oh, palindrome
I don't think you're coming home
And this tick-tick-ticking tone
Is baking in my bones
Freak of frequent sync
I love to twist, comma, tinker
Dae-da-dalus my thinker
C-c-callus my finger
I make trinket sing for me
When I twist and I torque it
Solder cache to the corcuit
Put trash where I put gorbadge
In short, I'm quartz
Clipping cranky to clunky
Isopropyling gunky
Gear cog ogley thunking
And I work my way
But my way was the bad way
The "now, what's this doodad" way
Have now had way
Put one hand to two o'clock to say hello
One hand to two o'clock to say hello
Put one hand to three o'clock to say "get out, just go"
One hand to three o'clock to say "get out, just go"
Hand at four or five I ask for five down low
I tick to six, it seems you were too slow
Get no fives at seven 'cause five lesson
So for eight, I make expression
While I table wait from nine to ten
I'm free at eleven
But now, I'm tired
No goo got
So dinner is di-not
Sight of grout and bite my tongue
Rules here aren't
'Cause missy parry parnt
And I hate the taste of
"You're too young"
Should have been pissing my pants
But I was pissing me off
'Cause my incapable hands
Couldn't make capable clock
But now, my ticked off clock won't
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Longer the crow flies
Stronger the know size
Riding the low highs
Make clock go clock
Wiser and worser
Frog throat converser
Clockn't reverser
You're cursing precursor
So butter the blow flies
And shutter the know size
Frog in the throat dies
Just re-roll those
Dice on the table
Be mice and chew cable
Don't be soup, be ladle
Freak of frequent sync
I love to twist, comma, tinker
Dae-da-dalus my thinker
C-c-callus my finger
I make trinket sing for me
When I twist and I torque it
Solder cache to the corcuit
Put trash where I put gorbadge
In short, I'm quartz
Clipping cranky to clunky
Isopropyling gunky
Gear cog ogley thunking
And I work my way
But, my way was the bad way
The "now, what's this doodad" way
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