We are working on an appetite
To puke this whole thing out
now the world has got the news
that there's a lot of it about
with these pixels holding power
in a soft undercurrent shout
this would have been a highway
but do choose the hardest route
who have never seen the lover man
that's really holding all the clout
So we are working on an appetite
To puke this whole thing out
Working on an appetite to
Throw this whole thing up
Pouring from our paper bags
Into our durty Dixie cup
Shooting news shots every hour
like it will maybe wake us up
That this glass is Full and leaking
And it's spilling from Our cup
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