TK-421

I've seen a creature feature, and now I wanna eat you
Your life, my polyfilla, paper over cracks
Formica scans transmission, I don't like television
These apocalyptic visions, they give me too much static
I'm feeling so ecstatic
I'm TK421

I've blown a sphincter tincture, so now I wanna be ya
Your life, my foreign seizure, relax into six pack
There is no rhyme or reason, it's doomsday open season
Trace radio emissions, this signal loud and clear
This format flushed with fear
I'm TK421

My sign, my crystal garden
My life, my right, my hard on
My phase, my crib, my chest
The things that I like best
The things that I like best
I'm TK421



Credits
Writer(s): Lloyd Tuckey
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