.There's a hole in my pocket
And my hand through the hole
And my crotch beats the rhythm
Of the flashing light
It's a little too early
To pick up a bone
Or steal a souvenir>
Out of a body bag
Crashes and drownings and arson fires
The birth and the breeding.
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