| Lyrics: | He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their
beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
Because he knows there's no such
thing
He asks a girl if they can bot sit in a chair but he doesn't get nervous
She's
not really there
Tour the world in a heavy metal band
But they run out of gas
the
plane can never land
What's the sense in ever thinking about the tomb
When you're much too
busy returnin too the womb?
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