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Citizen King

This is the place you face the music I demonstrate an altered state With the black light shining on the boom box I rush the show to the underground spot

Well, it's up in the air an escalator away A comma into the phrase, another ticket to pay Well, I can't see where this is going again Because I'm behind

In my shoes my toes are busted My kitchen says my bread is molded I got a good job at the dollar store One foot in the hole One foot gettin' deeper With

You put me down with a stick You got that safety pin grip You know me like you know ice on a fire Dust myself off with a spoon You shot your darts at

On the run like a bandit, I'm on the loose now You eat the dust and you taste the puppy chow This ain't no standstill, hold up Captain Crunch, a desperado

Now, out past the cast of boredom Cards get dealt I sift and sort them Table rooftops coming down Wooden nickels lost and found Apple pie I'm eating

Tight shoes, stepping light bending over to go under Find your seat on the kitchen floor At first glance 20/20, take your chance, maybe not With a spruce

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