Everybody Screams Inside Songtext
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(spoken)
So here it is: another day of days.
Time marches on, like a soldier into cattle.
The lawnmower flies past my window, and the children are nonplussed.
The pants are pressed and ready for action.
There's a Barbie doll at the bottom of the well, and the milkshake of despair shakes hands with Secret Agent 666.
The relentless humid sun beats down, baking the earth into piping-hot brick cake as blueberries burst like lip bombs.
My great-great-great-grandmother grieves and cries at the sight of the bunnies hopping and bopping about the backyard, beating each other to death with peacock feathers.
And then, like the Second Coming of Krishna, a single snowflake falls to Earth, and everybody screams inside.
So here it is: another day of days.
Time marches on, like a soldier into cattle.
The lawnmower flies past my window, and the children are nonplussed.
The pants are pressed and ready for action.
There's a Barbie doll at the bottom of the well, and the milkshake of despair shakes hands with Secret Agent 666.
The relentless humid sun beats down, baking the earth into piping-hot brick cake as blueberries burst like lip bombs.
My great-great-great-grandmother grieves and cries at the sight of the bunnies hopping and bopping about the backyard, beating each other to death with peacock feathers.
And then, like the Second Coming of Krishna, a single snowflake falls to Earth, and everybody screams inside.
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