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3rd Alley
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Space Cadet
tragic, not everything that happens is magick
but her bike's equipped with a basket
head in the clouds
and her eyes are dilated like a young kid on acid
and i can't even wait till
the smell of cotton candy goes away
used to live on the bay
now it's tons of guns on the mlk
should've popped her balloons like lawnchair larry
she's flyin so high it's her sanctuary
rocket in her pocket haven't noticed yet
she's a space cadet!
she's a faker, always shakin' her money maker
intentions seem as pure as a Quaker
like a cartoon, she sleeps like an angel
but somebody should wake her
save the earth, don't be cocky
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with effervescent vitamins and coffee
she's a rock squasher, peeling your retina with a pressure washer
roll out of bed and put my slippers on my feet
hair of the dog while my brain cells weep
rollercoaster burn you like a toaster
and leave you sweatin like a dilettante jokester
what happened to the buddha, the orphan, the boozer
the waltzer and the roadside distraction?
swallow with one big gulp
brushin her teeth with some strawberry pulp
always singing 'don't let me down'
happy ending baby all over town
makers mark the spot, vegetation, is meat your crop?
looking like raggedy anne, eyes are bigger than a frying pan
serve me up some forbidden fruit
she's got the ammunition and you know she will shoot
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