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Municipality Of Reciprocity No 32

 No hitchhikin’ motorbikin’ summer fun for you, my friend
Your finest finger, doorbell ringer, met its weary end, again
And though you had a time or two, I guess it wasn’t meant, to be
Your silver dollar flippin’ is all ended by an injury

When you were young you filled your lungs and told the world for certain sure
You probed for plums and found you some and what a splendid boy, you were
But now you’re just flippered freak, frustrated by a rubiks cube
A slippery seal banana peel, depleted like a tube of lube

Cause thumbs are made for lemonade and hookin’ in your overalls
For plastic toys and sticks of joy for halo drops when duty calls
For twiddlin’ and fiddlin’ with knobs and nipples, do-si-do
Not cippled, cryin’, digit dyin’, thumbless freedom , dontchaknow? 

So introduce your hand caboose to thimble armor, exosuit
And learn to love a padded glove or oven mitt of ill repute
If I was you, I tell ya true, I’d show my thumb the door, before
you catch it on a razor blade and drop it on the floor, some more

Thimble Armor Exosuit

Twas the pollen of the plant that led my thoughts astray
I dipped my pen in boiling ink and drew and ecorche

But when the bundle in the bed had lain there for a while
A chilling madness choked the air, the laughter of a child

I followed it down tunnels dark, and cringed at what it said
“I know your fingers held the match,” so quoth the burning head

Regret

You're flat broke busted
Bondo rusted
Chokin' like you're chimney diseased

You fell off a turnip truck
Chewin' on a hockey puck
But, darlin, you can do as you please,

Cause you’re ketchup on a pancake
hot bahama snowflake
Dressed for weather long as its warm

Denser than uranium
depleted in your cranium
drownin' starin' up in a storm

Because, hey...
It's yer birthday

You can eat a cupcake
fried up like a chicken steak
you can ruin breakfast too

marbles with your jelly beans
broken glass and kerosene
mixed up in a bucket stew

Candle Fire Holocaust
Middle age and menopause
You’re older than a bag of dirt

You been through your fair share
Of parkin’ lots and underware
All you got was a lousy shirt

But, hey...
It’s yer birthday

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Original song by Running Scared, from the album "Traveler Down".<br />Created with <a href='http://the.wubmachine.com'>the Wub Machine</a>, the automagic online remixer.

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