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Tumor Circus Tumor Circus

Two skeletons embrace Atop a human brain Revolving sunset glare Frosts the folds They stretch across the wrinkles Like a nude Marilyn Monroe Clatter

Something's growing inside me Burning deep under my skin Swollen with nowhere to go Infection must be drained All I do is touch it And sets off

You know what they say " 'bout picking up a stray" It could turn out to be swine flu Dumped by the road Why don't you take me home And you have

The man with the corkscrew eyes Sees through walls Sees through lies Always knows Who's using who Who not to trust And what they'll do He alone

"Take me back or I'll drown our dog." Love those headlines Love those headlines "CIA is breeding slaves" Need those headlines Crave those headlines