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I used to say,
Not until the chain hang
Not until the chain hang
But now
I march single file
stopped twitching wild
chic black leash strapped neat
'round the throat;
chain-linked to the corpse in the front and the back,
lemming formation
slumped in my stance 
as I lumber with heels in the sand

Now
Can't you hear their footsteps go
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
[boom boom]

I'm just an ugly american, 
unaware of the nothing fair
swear something's in the hump day
blunt to the pump fake,
midget-circuited propeller hat
hot sticky afro-lollipop in one hand,
infant in the other
"You'll take your dad's place in the chain gang son!"
I've been in line for 
twenty three spins 'round the sun 
are we somewhere?
Nah
First we gotta the pop the cork 
off the noggin
deposit your rations
Just wash for the cochleas, 
but we'll cop your arm and your hamstring
That's
80 hours for an elbow
Holidays for the kneecaps
Plus
We're gonna have to repo your other arm, 
you didn't grow the first one back
Send all complaints to the steward
of broccoli, undoing the waist
then oxhide admonishing,
mister vegetables,
sits waiting for the nausea, 
then rams a binky down your esophagus
Those with the most limbs get freed,
80 percent of us are torsos
Closed casket for the weight
More reclined in the pith--
How to reboot the machine without frying the grid

Can't you hear their footsteps go
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
Footsteps go
[boom boom]
[boom boom]

Broccoli
Spinach
Brussel Sprouts
Carrots
Beetroots
Eggplants
Squash
Lettuce

I want to talk to the celery pilot,
sell him flying lessons;
I'm always chewing his airline shrapnel,
I don't think he likes it--
Matter of fact, I plead he leads me 
to his fountain of youth
Cuz he dies every supper
I die every morning
And that's not to slander the nutrients,
But 'other options' is called for
The system isn't the problem 
But there's chinks in its armor
And mold in the cracks
That must be where the rest of the world fell
can't take off the leash
But I can break off the links
Make for the wilderness
Return with a truck full of limbs

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