I was riding on a concrete slab,
down a river of useless flab it was such a beautiful day I heard a witchdoctor say, "I'll turn you into a toadstool" I'm looking for the joke with a microscope my muscle's twitching on your words if you're on the streets you lose your nerves divinity throws you a curve sticks you and then you go beserk abhoaring no inspiration. I'm looking for the joke with a microscope page out of a comic book a chicken hanging on a hook a river and a babbling brook a sermon and a teenage hook shaking my hand at your fake face a suicide a certain look a microphone a loose guitar people feeling near and far stupidity a mental scar put cruel into cruelty as life goes by you in a blurr an achoholic has gone far everything just goes to far I was pissing on the desert sands, when the desert whispered to me, "damn! isn't this a shame? things will never be the same..." I run this gas and oasis now I'm looking for the joke with a microscope I was a teenage dinosaur, stoned and obsolete I didn't get fucked and I didn't get kissed I got so fucking dense using my head for an ashtray now I'll tell you who I am I'm the repo-man and I'm looking for the joke looking for the joke I'm looking for the joke with a microscope
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