counter man

Fur coat reeling on a black top feeling
You got a ways to go if you want to find me this evening
I want a little trick to wake me up a little
All the shops stay open
We got to get a gift for Mr right
Mr black tie has a something big to see
We got a boat full of ruff goin on
It's a black top lover
We got to get back out on the street
We got to walk to get there
We have to go and see the boat get docked
Gotta see the door get locked
And the bully get sock
We gotta get the bully goin
But its too late for our counter man

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gold words that clang a chorus of  thread 

get mortored and metal brittle nuts and tongues going all night

get strangled by peace love and slavery

you so far away disguise in a whole world of wool sacks and sand faces

everyone has tyrant cards up sleeveless shawls waiting for emergency

nothing is right in moon lit fear in clay hotels that generate candle hesitation

nothing being a charge for anything in active

it is a crime to exist 

it is a crime of freedom a pilgrimage of pilgrim energy and integrity

we've been placed in direct opposition 

we are scrambled sets of atomic innovation 

victims of survival in house broken ideologues  

shambles of deceased laboratory animals

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