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Shopping for Toys
03:07
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Shopping For Toys
I want delight
I want poetry
You bring me ungrammatical spam
Promise pills to make a delight
But I don’t want to hear screams tonight
I don’t want to increase my power
I don’t want it hour after hour
Enter your promotional code
To live the dream of shipping for free
Happiness is shopping for pearls
Happiness is shopping for girls
Happiness is shopping for boys
Happiness is shopping for toys
The widow
Of the minister
For oil
And minerals
Who died in
A plane crash
A mangle of metal
And twisting of grammar
She needs help
From strangers
To unlock
The millions
In offshore investments
You promise me
In ill crafted prose
A better smile, a more shapely nose
You know you want to go treat yourself
A miracle of organic health
I don’t want your investor tips
I don’t want implausible lips
I don’t want my family tree
I don’t want to get shit for free
Happiness is shopping for pearls
Happiness is shopping for girls
Happiness is shopping for boys
Happiness is shopping for toys
The minister
For transport
Says the wrong kind
Of bullshit
Has brought things
To standstill
Got into electrics
A new kind
Of blue pill
Can deliver
A new thrill
Invisible pleasures
From nubile athletics
Happiness is shopping for pearls
Happiness is shopping for girls
Happiness is shopping for boys
Happiness is shopping for toys
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Pyramid Schemes
04:16
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Pyramid Schemes
For fuck’s sake
Just give us a break
We’re just trying to make
The best that we can
With the limited means
At our disposal
We’re not trying to grift
Or pass off a three legged pony
A counting horse
In a circus
Taking numbers
From plants in the audience
Three and three make six
Send round the hat for coins
We’re just trying to make
The best that we can
Within limited means
Our crippling schemes
Lived out through limited means
Our crippling schemes
Lived out through limited means
Find the lady
Follow the cup
Our piece of luck
Must be underhand slight of hand
Our enterprising schemes
Must be criminal
Your inherited chance
Respectable
We were born down
At the fat end of pyramids
Some government grinch’ll
Keep us down if he can
Send us night swimming
With concrete statistics
It’s part of a plan
To keep us Victorian
Fill us with gin
And respectable whims
Show us music hall turns
As the foreman said
To the pharaoh
It’s just a pyramid scheme
To snuff out our dreams
We’ll graffiti your tombs
With cartoons
Of cats and dogs
Generations to come
Will unwrap your secrets
In X-ray machines
Our crippling schemes
Lived out through limited means
Our crippling schemes
Lived out through limited means
Find the lady
Follow the cup
Our piece of luck
Must be underhand slight of hand
Our enterprising schemes
Must be criminal
Your inherited chance
Respectable
We were born down
At the fat end of pyramids
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William the Conk York, Nebraska
Spin off project for songs that don't quite fit The Hoolivans... yet.
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An Arrow In The Eye
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