Bareback upon a bourgeois pony
I’m riding with no hands
My eyes are glued to the Holy Grail
And my ascendant deformed fans
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Wandering through the street market
Feeling bad for wagging recess
And wondering how to pay my way
Out of this obliterated ad-hoc mess
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Our Father who Art in Heaven
Hello? What’s your name?
Since you and Mother Earth divorced
Home-life’s never been the same.
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Ride a white horse
When you want to fly
Wave goodbye to your pain
As you spiral up high.
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Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
To know the next line
Was never a ‘must’
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