Spoiled

Down, rotten, spilled

bruised like hell,

violated.

wind throgh hair

cold like see-saw

buzzing buzzin'



Helter skelter operater

OH,

we just lost air traffic control,

a controlled crash landing

like a comet into the desert



and oh, by the way

say hi to the sand-people

oh, they don't bite

just don't feed them your legg.



Hell,

cut of your head slow-panic-sailor

mediocracy is the new geniousness

and music the industry,

songs the product,

that new found gold.

Hell,

we'll churn them out,

by thousands of millions of blah blah blah



Now it's all worthless.

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