Ninth Day of Christmas

Living by fear's hard to swallow for me
Being real weird's not a problem for me
Whatever goes down I don't call the police
You're just a big clown if you call them on me
Each day I make tunes way too groovy to sell
The news is all lies and the movies as well
If you're still under hypnosis then you needs improvement
This morning I had a ferocious bowel movement
I learned the horrible deplorable
Are all exquisite during my visit to the oracle
I don't believe in alternate dimensions there are more of you
In this one there are three or four of you
No obscene cursing
You should commit a b & e just to see in person
I'm the dream merchant



Credits
Writer(s): Angel Del Villar Ii
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