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Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013 Its all this new slang Got them banging their heads Against their bicycle beds And the foolhardy pledge To ride tricycles instead We are the kings and queens Of the wonderful yard Of the street corner dancers And panhandling bards A generation will rise So duck and cover your eyes We're building up through the night No need to put up a fight Godspeed to those approaching death They won't get to see What we've got coming next You'll faint from holding your breath This cold case is closed No need to stay in repose To dwell on precious regrets That are laced with vellocet

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