Garbage bag, what do you hide?
Do you hold something hidden from light?
What do you carry that makes you tingle,
It isn't the material goods inside that mingle.
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Here they come, hippie zombies from the grave!
All they want is peace and brains!
Praise for nonviolence as munching on organs,
these flower-power dead have no shame.
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What have I done to be punished?
Nothing as remember, weeping. But
something has been done to put me
in this horrible place and position. I
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I was sleeping one night, and suddenly awoke.
The grogginess was almost unbearable to stand.
In pain, until I stood and my joints started
to pop like a campfire. It was that timeā¦bath
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Budd, oh Budd.
You just had to do it.
Were you innocent,
making a statement,
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