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THOUGHT INDUSTRY lyrics : "Smirk The Godblender"

(I) Your Grandma's A Seal Killer

Rot disease doc cowers sly. Bigot's digest blacklist

trade. Homophobic? Barb's pro-life? Fist happy
conservative. White gold home shopping cross. Vinyl
infant nailed Jesus style. Huddled ignorant cult of

chumps sobbing.

Himmler cops sip raisin rum. Christmas eve.

December bliss. Tossed balloons of santa paint splash
lovell and south rose. Watch grandma's swastika
taunt dad's foundation walls. She expressed ice nerve

and speech, and they know I'm more left than right.
Burn the country clubs. Rich white man. Scared white
man. This is me, face turned wry. Snow.

Electric my passion punch. Sheep test the artichoke.
Kill liddy. Love Stanley III. Days of height and

Milbrook house; and I wonder of April 16th? Wavy
gravy and Ram Das. And I'm reading the oracle, and
I'm feeling more god than straight. Burned beneath the

lids. Hoffman's here. Krassner's there. Kids will play.

Load Jim's .44 behind the ATM. Await Mercedes

Benz. Sugar man behind the wheel. Shoving @@#!ed
piece to his cheek. Have him pull his max in green
George called it "War on Drugs", but I call it "War on

Love." War on all my friends. Leave us free to choose
and be. This is me. Rubbed in %#@!. Old shoes. Huge

(II) Who Took My Holiday Inn Bible?

Protestants. Catholics. Jews. Islam. Baptists.
Lutherans. Mormons. Orthodoxy. Christian science.
Jehovah's witness. Methodists. Episcopalians are

falling down.

Blend it, religions crime. Grind it, religion dies.

(III) I'd Rather Hide Than Be Dead, But I'd Rather Be Dead Than Dumb

Humpback slitting sicily. Exxon glaze. Ramming
japs. Blood gushing raw blowhole. Crone whale
lambasting death. Sand scraped and forcible shored.

Metaphor lays mucked and dies. I laugh, "I know what
she's doing. She's choosing her final time. Hemingway
Like grave. What is land is lost at sea." This is me. Face

torn blind. Ribs cracked. Tongue lost.

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