Well I sprang the king of cineplexes staring down my throat
A tangled mess of hairspray in the wind
And I've blown up southern hostels with a flicker of my tongue
If I had the chance I'd blow them up again
So many dare correct me with their challenges of will
You'll find them in a vagrant's jar
With velveteen and laminates on the hill
And they sing
Well I flanked the Starship Enterprise and skidded to a halt
And buried all the leptons in the ground
And I've strode into the galleries with dollar signs in tow
A teardrop shape that forms when I'm around
A golden crust of cellophane that hangs above my head
Some people wish I'd tear it down
And others simply wait until I'm dead
And they sing
A million trials of atmospheric content residue
And each one rendered meaningless
When I dream of the angel that is you, that is you
And I sing
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