Who knew you didn't know what everyone already bowed?

Masters making juniors of the Gregory Owens Death.

Sitting on a laying and praying for another wish.

See how they hear my binoculars coming for their train.

I am the effman! I am the effman! I am the journal! TEEHEEKAPEE!

Mr.Lennon so come in and let yourself another hit, see HOW THE HEART DOESN'T LET IN ANY VERMIN.

I'm suicidar.

Jail is an old circus tent wrapped in stone, gone out to battle! Some battle! What happened?

Knickers bobbers little flobbers robbing the soakers,

when the music is over turn out the light and my fire.

I'm suicidar.

I am the effman! I am the effman! I am the journal! TEEHEEKAPEE!

Pouring dripping pornogripping, set around my iffy lump, every glancing so more prancing, dancing little gays. Gone overboard. I'm suicidar.