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Feed My Frankenstein

I've been cross-pollinating my main membrane 

With absolutely nothing but the finest of strains

After awhile, all of the strains seemed just same

But...I can't seem to remember all of their names 


I remember some, well, some were kind of like wine

Because some left you sour, but some were real fine

But, the one train still stuck, that still haunts my brain-line

I keep trudging red-eyed and dead-eyed...like Frankenstein!


I live on baked brains and eggs, scrambling my grains

I feel no pain in my legs, with these rambling strains

I'm bleeding my veins, cuz my hunger ever drains

I'd be better off using...his Frankenstein brains!


Oh, please feed my Frankenstein, I don't need no wine

Sip your Canadian Mist, just leave the leaf behind

If I don't smoke a toke soon, I might lose my mind

Then my ass will then be grass...just like Frankenstein!

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