The Plastic Priestess Knows
It's the Superb Hour of Grapeness
And the tubes are doin' fine
From Millersport to spaceport
Sweetly crisp in lines
That's why the Pop-Pop-cicle failed
The altitude crushed his mind
Now vendors selling air cans
Emerge from bunkers blind
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
The Plastic Priestess knows
Devoid of love and clothes
The Goldilocks of pain
Slid down another drain
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
That's where the Hum-Drum jiggle-snuggles
The home address of masonic bubbles
From Amsterdam a skoal
From ants to Man a stroll
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
It's the final rotten volley
Of this sickly-sweet love chime
Kwisatz Haderachs are falling
From haylofts lost in time
That's why the ancient cipher failed
To warn us of our doom
Its translation outlawed in 12 states
It was edited by buffoons
How could we blame them
They're some of our kids too
The gene pool is annoying
When all of it rings true
That's how our final answer flunked
The test of cosmic right
Our green card's been rejected
By every world we tried
How is this flaming
It was supposed to be fireproof
And who can I bitch at
When everyone's gone poof
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
The Plastic Priestess knows
Devoid of love and clothes
The Goldilocks of pain
Slid down another drain
And the tubes are doin' fine
From Millersport to spaceport
Sweetly crisp in lines
That's why the Pop-Pop-cicle failed
The altitude crushed his mind
Now vendors selling air cans
Emerge from bunkers blind
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
The Plastic Priestess knows
Devoid of love and clothes
The Goldilocks of pain
Slid down another drain
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
That's where the Hum-Drum jiggle-snuggles
The home address of masonic bubbles
From Amsterdam a skoal
From ants to Man a stroll
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
It's the final rotten volley
Of this sickly-sweet love chime
Kwisatz Haderachs are falling
From haylofts lost in time
That's why the ancient cipher failed
To warn us of our doom
Its translation outlawed in 12 states
It was edited by buffoons
How could we blame them
They're some of our kids too
The gene pool is annoying
When all of it rings true
That's how our final answer flunked
The test of cosmic right
Our green card's been rejected
By every world we tried
How is this flaming
It was supposed to be fireproof
And who can I bitch at
When everyone's gone poof
How many festivals
How many sores
How many lives spent
On old buggers' wars
The Plastic Priestess knows
Devoid of love and clothes
The Goldilocks of pain
Slid down another drain
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Dipietro
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