Mr Serious
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a cold dim flourescent morning in the 21st century
an eyeblink in the slow demise of shared reality
mr serious plants his flag and lets the trickle-down karma fly
and all the way to the roof of the world you hear his mighty cry
the truth is a virus
every day is april fool's
every night is halloween
dancing on the fault lines
heavy water runs through his veins
always been of two minds
always felt a little strange
joyous and pathetic and he won't let go
he's breaking out in hives
he don't need the chemicals no more
he's tripping on the truth of the times
the truth is a virus
every day is april fool's
every night is halloween
for mr serious
a cold dim flourescent evening in the 21st century
the heartbeat between how it is and how it used to be
mr serious paints his flowers and waits for the moon to rise
karaoke calls him out
gonna spill his guts tonight
the truth is a virus
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for Clyde
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