have met a musician (guitarist/keyboardist/percussionist/vocalist) and we have been writing the greatest of all clichés - the rock opera.
and better yet, it is about prison. yes, after all these years I am taking everybody's advice and writing about work.
St. Francis is the musicians chosen stage name. he desperately wants me on stage as OddJack. not sure that will ever happen. but we will see.
it is to be a double album (four sides) album. I have a rough outline and we have been writing songs for the structure. even if it doesn't work out with him, I will at least have the songs to present to another artist.
wish me luck. I really want to hear my music live. not just in my head.
my Rock Opera
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2 Soups and a Mint Stick.
spoken...
I'm the man who can get you what you want...
I'm the man who can get you what you need...
...and all it will cost you is, two soups and a mint stick.
you are so divine, and for the right price, you too could be mine.
I'll hold you down and roll you over, your nights will be crimson and clover.
not a dream, in fact it's so real, something that no one should have to reveal.
to a loved one in person or letter, out in the world you'll be in diamonds and leather.
Las Vegas and Hollywood too, no need for someone like, to feel so blue.
I'll make you famous as soon as we leave here, but until then I'm going to make you mine dear.
It's irrelevant, your feelings inside, the drugs will make sure they all die.
If I am to come with you to the bathroom, we can make this bracelet a family heirloom.
I'm impatient, but I can still wait. prison has taught me it's never too late.
I've got your portrait and something inside me...
come on cowboy I'm going to need you to ride me - to the limo, where we can get high.
we're all alone, there's no need to lie. tell me your secrets,
all about Mrs. Sandman, can she fulfill you the way I can.
sung to the tune of Mr. Sandman
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
spoken...
I'm the man who can get you what you want...
I'm the man who can get you what you need...
...and all it will cost you is, two soups and a mint stick.
you are so divine, and for the right price, you too could be mine.
I'll hold you down and roll you over, your nights will be crimson and clover.
not a dream, in fact it's so real, something that no one should have to reveal.
to a loved one in person or letter, out in the world you'll be in diamonds and leather.
Las Vegas and Hollywood too, no need for someone like, to feel so blue.
I'll make you famous as soon as we leave here, but until then I'm going to make you mine dear.
It's irrelevant, your feelings inside, the drugs will make sure they all die.
If I am to come with you to the bathroom, we can make this bracelet a family heirloom.
I'm impatient, but I can still wait. prison has taught me it's never too late.
I've got your portrait and something inside me...
come on cowboy I'm going to need you to ride me - to the limo, where we can get high.
we're all alone, there's no need to lie. tell me your secrets,
all about Mrs. Sandman, can she fulfill you the way I can.
sung to the tune of Mr. Sandman
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
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Triptych
so now you speak of God
as if - he's an underdog
as we wear - hearts on our sleeves
as we dine - we all deceive
so full of self - this is our hell
while we remain - we'll always dwell
& the stench of a cheap motel
as I dwell on a windowpane
while a mother gone insane
from another stillborn child
we raise the roof - forget the youth
a feral boy left in the streets
and Mother Mary takes retreat
& all the children - they all know
that love will melt - just like the snow
and now, I know your name
and now, I know your game
it's time to show me how
to eat the sacred cow
so full of self, so full of self
and this - this is so mundane
our souls - have all been stained
in a world - where Jesus Christ
has become a poltergeist
so full of self - so full of self
the Holy Ghost - has gone away
as the family begins to prey
as we start - another day
the rat race - gets underway
but we forget - just what it's for
a rainbow - cast on the floor
and your boys - ask for some time
while you seal the deal
and down the wine
but we forget - just what it's for
cheerleaders leap - leaders deploy
the final launch - we all salute
so you can afford - the finest suits
your attaché has caught on fire
and we all know - that you're a liar
the mountains bleed
the clouds, they weep
the ocean floor - it sinks too deep
the final wave - opens the graves
and the dead whore on the floor
the rainbow spilling from her mouth
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
so now you speak of God
as if - he's an underdog
as we wear - hearts on our sleeves
as we dine - we all deceive
so full of self - this is our hell
while we remain - we'll always dwell
& the stench of a cheap motel
as I dwell on a windowpane
while a mother gone insane
from another stillborn child
we raise the roof - forget the youth
a feral boy left in the streets
and Mother Mary takes retreat
& all the children - they all know
that love will melt - just like the snow
and now, I know your name
and now, I know your game
it's time to show me how
to eat the sacred cow
so full of self, so full of self
and this - this is so mundane
our souls - have all been stained
in a world - where Jesus Christ
has become a poltergeist
so full of self - so full of self
the Holy Ghost - has gone away
as the family begins to prey
as we start - another day
the rat race - gets underway
but we forget - just what it's for
a rainbow - cast on the floor
and your boys - ask for some time
while you seal the deal
and down the wine
but we forget - just what it's for
cheerleaders leap - leaders deploy
the final launch - we all salute
so you can afford - the finest suits
your attaché has caught on fire
and we all know - that you're a liar
the mountains bleed
the clouds, they weep
the ocean floor - it sinks too deep
the final wave - opens the graves
and the dead whore on the floor
the rainbow spilling from her mouth
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
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Richard Behind the Glass
Richard behind the glass
at first glance
why must you Richard,
drink from the pitcher?
it's so absurd
it's so absurd
why must Francis
insist on dances
with all those dirty words
and wash away
the never never land
the turtles and gulls
making their last stand
and on the radio...
my manifesto (Mephisto?)
my bleeding hands
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
Richard behind the glass
at first glance
why must you Richard,
drink from the pitcher?
it's so absurd
it's so absurd
why must Francis
insist on dances
with all those dirty words
and wash away
the never never land
the turtles and gulls
making their last stand
and on the radio...
my manifesto (Mephisto?)
my bleeding hands
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
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Alien Brain
Suicide Bob &
the alien brain
another song
another refrain
demanding the expanding
coming in on your landing
and it's all my fault
licking the asphalt
I'll take all the blame
nothing left to name
they say I'm insecure
my mother is a whore
pill window, left me
claiming my ease
I'm an alien brain
fundamentally mental
so presidential
in a way, I give away
my secrets - so as to
have no regrets
no, no nothing
alien brain... (to fade)
{lyrics - Sgt. Null / St. Francis}
Suicide Bob &
the alien brain
another song
another refrain
demanding the expanding
coming in on your landing
and it's all my fault
licking the asphalt
I'll take all the blame
nothing left to name
they say I'm insecure
my mother is a whore
pill window, left me
claiming my ease
I'm an alien brain
fundamentally mental
so presidential
in a way, I give away
my secrets - so as to
have no regrets
no, no nothing
alien brain... (to fade)
{lyrics - Sgt. Null / St. Francis}
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Mr. Lows Restaurant
first, we can go hunting for wild game
Wolf can bring a machine gun
if he doesn't use his name
and we'll get high and butcher them
with no else to blame
we're all changing at Mr. Lows.
Hill's the back smoking pcp
King's nails look like they're growing
(it's the pcp)
Vilo say's I'm too high,
he'll give a ride to me
back to the trusty camp
from there I'll come back
or I could just go home
it's eight miles to the freeway
and I'm all alone
aliens keep calling
on the telephone
I think it's the pcp
or maybe it's just me.
we'll all talk about each other
but we won't mention God,
sports is ok teacher said with a nod.
Washington is so high on chocolate
he can't keep up the façade,
something to do with politics
and that Funner is such a prick
Hot Water Slim up to his old tricks
and the kill shots got away
sick of dudes playing games -
Austin seems so far away
from Mr. Lows restaurant -
exotic game, just forget your name
Miss Walton is there too
with a fresh hairdo.
Zapole's there, my neighbor -
he actually cares -
about what we don't know
it's just minutes to go -
'til Mr. Lows Restaurant.
{lyrics - St. Francis}
first, we can go hunting for wild game
Wolf can bring a machine gun
if he doesn't use his name
and we'll get high and butcher them
with no else to blame
we're all changing at Mr. Lows.
Hill's the back smoking pcp
King's nails look like they're growing
(it's the pcp)
Vilo say's I'm too high,
he'll give a ride to me
back to the trusty camp
from there I'll come back
or I could just go home
it's eight miles to the freeway
and I'm all alone
aliens keep calling
on the telephone
I think it's the pcp
or maybe it's just me.
we'll all talk about each other
but we won't mention God,
sports is ok teacher said with a nod.
Washington is so high on chocolate
he can't keep up the façade,
something to do with politics
and that Funner is such a prick
Hot Water Slim up to his old tricks
and the kill shots got away
sick of dudes playing games -
Austin seems so far away
from Mr. Lows restaurant -
exotic game, just forget your name
Miss Walton is there too
with a fresh hairdo.
Zapole's there, my neighbor -
he actually cares -
about what we don't know
it's just minutes to go -
'til Mr. Lows Restaurant.
{lyrics - St. Francis}
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the killshots
Mommy told me, mommy told me what to do
we'll take some photos and send them to you
I'm beaten and I'm bleeding 'til I'm black and blue
it's for you. mommy showed me what to do.
mommy told me she had a special place.
it doesn't see, it doesn't smell - it helps her taste
the things that some people let go to waste.
it's about the finer things in life, money and trophies too,
the car, the children too, they'll take the pictures for you.
so when you're gone away, men won't call you fey.
because when you act that way, you look at mommy's pics.
now mommy told you that she has someone else
the pictures of the three of us on the shelf
the other one she's speaking of is your boy
your prodigal son has become her toy
it's alright, it's easier this way, we'll throw all your things away
and start your life again, creating our own sin
keep it all in the family, film it for other moms and sons to see.
{lyrics - St. Francis}
Mommy told me, mommy told me what to do
we'll take some photos and send them to you
I'm beaten and I'm bleeding 'til I'm black and blue
it's for you. mommy showed me what to do.
mommy told me she had a special place.
it doesn't see, it doesn't smell - it helps her taste
the things that some people let go to waste.
it's about the finer things in life, money and trophies too,
the car, the children too, they'll take the pictures for you.
so when you're gone away, men won't call you fey.
because when you act that way, you look at mommy's pics.
now mommy told you that she has someone else
the pictures of the three of us on the shelf
the other one she's speaking of is your boy
your prodigal son has become her toy
it's alright, it's easier this way, we'll throw all your things away
and start your life again, creating our own sin
keep it all in the family, film it for other moms and sons to see.
{lyrics - St. Francis}
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south hall gate
constant whine - daily
grind. collecting strays
during my off days...
rock salt, main vault,
San Andreas Fault...
(it belongs to somebody)
bigger fish, little pond,
you do not belong. Null
is a Zero, a Zed, a Cipher.
the absence, the last Pied
Piper. lock up your wives,
lock up your daughters...
designate your cannon
fodder.the second is last,
too slow and too fast.
his time is long past.
shortwaves set to blast.
old jalopy, stolen junk
heap. faded embers will
give off no heat. salt mines
and downed land lines.
(only mistake was mine)
island hopper and dust
cropper, faded blue and
rusted copper. a parade
for absent child, her bitter
tripe, seasoned mild. spin
and turn collecting a burn,
he tries to keep ahead as
we ignore what was said...
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
constant whine - daily
grind. collecting strays
during my off days...
rock salt, main vault,
San Andreas Fault...
(it belongs to somebody)
bigger fish, little pond,
you do not belong. Null
is a Zero, a Zed, a Cipher.
the absence, the last Pied
Piper. lock up your wives,
lock up your daughters...
designate your cannon
fodder.the second is last,
too slow and too fast.
his time is long past.
shortwaves set to blast.
old jalopy, stolen junk
heap. faded embers will
give off no heat. salt mines
and downed land lines.
(only mistake was mine)
island hopper and dust
cropper, faded blue and
rusted copper. a parade
for absent child, her bitter
tripe, seasoned mild. spin
and turn collecting a burn,
he tries to keep ahead as
we ignore what was said...
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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center gate
a singular vulture
rack it up, lock it
down, using vinegar
to kill weekending
vampires. pat them
down, wave your
wand run the scan
to a mob, a murder
day-for-day stamp
or stop, stomp or
slam. his shoes or
boots kept for
keeping, use all
your minutes, now
swallow the evidence
the witless will grand
stand on shallow
ground, kiddie pools
death of deception
and the perception
focuses, as it all
runs down-hill...
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
a singular vulture
rack it up, lock it
down, using vinegar
to kill weekending
vampires. pat them
down, wave your
wand run the scan
to a mob, a murder
day-for-day stamp
or stop, stomp or
slam. his shoes or
boots kept for
keeping, use all
your minutes, now
swallow the evidence
the witless will grand
stand on shallow
ground, kiddie pools
death of deception
and the perception
focuses, as it all
runs down-hill...
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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back gate
bluebird flew in from
down north, pack it
up and pack it in.
halfway there, to a
time before. and we'll
sing you a song of
ending. a song of
your time with us,
and you can count
it as no great loss.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
bluebird flew in from
down north, pack it
up and pack it in.
halfway there, to a
time before. and we'll
sing you a song of
ending. a song of
your time with us,
and you can count
it as no great loss.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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retrieve
down river, akimbo
wades among waves
grinding edge - dull
slope. constant chatter.
ancients sing - gliders
swing. sunlight dusty
arches. cackles, swoons.
drinks deep, scatters.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
down river, akimbo
wades among waves
grinding edge - dull
slope. constant chatter.
ancients sing - gliders
swing. sunlight dusty
arches. cackles, swoons.
drinks deep, scatters.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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north hall gate
catch the wall - line
up the hall, face
the facts, actions
always need verbs.
searching for lost
words, two hours
or four hours - it's
never a good time.
get in line, type
a letter. it won't
make you any better.
count the time get
a set-off, it's no
great loss. they
won't understand you
had no choice, like
they had no voice.
you'll die alone in
the gutter, no one
will muster your
parade, final serenade.
in a pauper's field
they line up row
upon row upon row.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
catch the wall - line
up the hall, face
the facts, actions
always need verbs.
searching for lost
words, two hours
or four hours - it's
never a good time.
get in line, type
a letter. it won't
make you any better.
count the time get
a set-off, it's no
great loss. they
won't understand you
had no choice, like
they had no voice.
you'll die alone in
the gutter, no one
will muster your
parade, final serenade.
in a pauper's field
they line up row
upon row upon row.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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8 - this is the correct number of this song
tested ok - sitting back
kicking back - ready for
the sugar room - black bag
filthy rags - sugar man
on the last run - drifting
lollipop man - poultry
worker - scout leader
in his Popeye suit.
tested ok - sitting pretty
sipping pretty - channel check
in a wreck - lights out
back to the wall - empty
the chamber pot - drifting
lollipop man - poultry
worker - scout leader
in his Popeye suit.
tested ok - I am the
gravity king - of me
you sing - bubble gut
got me in a rut
so one for one - drifting
lollipop man - poultry
worker - scout leader
in his Popeye suit.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
tested ok - sitting back
kicking back - ready for
the sugar room - black bag
filthy rags - sugar man
on the last run - drifting
lollipop man - poultry
worker - scout leader
in his Popeye suit.
tested ok - sitting pretty
sipping pretty - channel check
in a wreck - lights out
back to the wall - empty
the chamber pot - drifting
lollipop man - poultry
worker - scout leader
in his Popeye suit.
tested ok - I am the
gravity king - of me
you sing - bubble gut
got me in a rut
so one for one - drifting
lollipop man - poultry
worker - scout leader
in his Popeye suit.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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Granny's Lament
sitting on d block
sitting in the ghetto
Granny wearing my favorite stilettos
threatening to cut me with her metal
it is the time of the season
when we are bleeding
he's my hero - I'm a zero - monster clan
now I'm on the top bunk sipping a pretty
time to get down - I'm such a pretty kitty
he swears he's gonna take me to the big city
until then we'll stay high - party without pity
Christianity - a beach bum
holy crystalline champagne
is giving me arthritis
we can't hold onto what
is inside us, bleeding I'm
retreating - there is no love
I'm in love with the queen
of the barbeque...
{lyrics - St. Francis}
sitting on d block
sitting in the ghetto
Granny wearing my favorite stilettos
threatening to cut me with her metal
it is the time of the season
when we are bleeding
he's my hero - I'm a zero - monster clan
now I'm on the top bunk sipping a pretty
time to get down - I'm such a pretty kitty
he swears he's gonna take me to the big city
until then we'll stay high - party without pity
Christianity - a beach bum
holy crystalline champagne
is giving me arthritis
we can't hold onto what
is inside us, bleeding I'm
retreating - there is no love
I'm in love with the queen
of the barbeque...
{lyrics - St. Francis}
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Yellow Pork Pie
Jimmy crack corn
and shoo fly pie
Granny told me
someday I'm gonna die
'til then I'm gonna eat
yellow pork pie
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
Jimmy crack corn
and shoo fly pie
Granny told me
someday I'm gonna die
'til then I'm gonna eat
yellow pork pie
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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Captain Naughty's Jugband Blues
Lying on the bed
looking at the ceiling
spotlight shining on
you like the moon
here I lie in this confining space
with this scowl from hell consuming my face
I try to separate myself from the madness
but still I'm enveloped by this crushing sadness
my heart feels ready to burst -
my soul has a terrible thirst
tell me - tell me - what can I do?
they call me Hot Water Slim and think me a shrew
spotlight shines on the ceiling and
a face seems to appear and says...
Hot Water Slim - open your eyes -
think real hard boy, you might be surprised.
the answer you seek is plain as can be -
I'm your only savior! - just come to me and see.
black - Hot Water Slim
dark red - narrator
green - Captain Naughty
{lyrics - Sink / Sgt. Null}
Lying on the bed
looking at the ceiling
spotlight shining on
you like the moon
here I lie in this confining space
with this scowl from hell consuming my face
I try to separate myself from the madness
but still I'm enveloped by this crushing sadness
my heart feels ready to burst -
my soul has a terrible thirst
tell me - tell me - what can I do?
they call me Hot Water Slim and think me a shrew
spotlight shines on the ceiling and
a face seems to appear and says...
Hot Water Slim - open your eyes -
think real hard boy, you might be surprised.
the answer you seek is plain as can be -
I'm your only savior! - just come to me and see.
black - Hot Water Slim
dark red - narrator
green - Captain Naughty
{lyrics - Sink / Sgt. Null}
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Koala
Francis, won't you come to Dallas with me?
there are so many things I want you to see
they are all in my bathroom...
finger foods, fire works, pepper spray
tie you up, calm me down, here to stay
you are my Baldwin, I'm your Tina Fey
if you behave, be a good slave, I'll take the ball gag out
fishnet, wet dream, a Ponzi scheme, no need to shout
I'm not afraid of the Haldol queen
and I still sleep with my eyes closed.
now I've become your gnome, you pretend that I'm your clone
Shazam!, kablam!, impregnate with phosphate
deliver me, delivery boy,
I don't want to be your forever toy
silence sponge, or I'll sew shut your pretty mouth
so full of sin, eternal skin, your sacred cow.
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
Francis, won't you come to Dallas with me?
there are so many things I want you to see
they are all in my bathroom...
finger foods, fire works, pepper spray
tie you up, calm me down, here to stay
you are my Baldwin, I'm your Tina Fey
if you behave, be a good slave, I'll take the ball gag out
fishnet, wet dream, a Ponzi scheme, no need to shout
I'm not afraid of the Haldol queen
and I still sleep with my eyes closed.
now I've become your gnome, you pretend that I'm your clone
Shazam!, kablam!, impregnate with phosphate
deliver me, delivery boy,
I don't want to be your forever toy
silence sponge, or I'll sew shut your pretty mouth
so full of sin, eternal skin, your sacred cow.
{lyrics - St. Francis / Sgt. Null}
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Of
eight hour trash-can
ride, where the dog
bites. a weak wobble,
infinite slide. borderline
insubordinate. blue birds
and kites circling over
head. black light tattoos,
four horsemen ride again.
quiet hostages are gathered.
acrid fog - a sharp report.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
eight hour trash-can
ride, where the dog
bites. a weak wobble,
infinite slide. borderline
insubordinate. blue birds
and kites circling over
head. black light tattoos,
four horsemen ride again.
quiet hostages are gathered.
acrid fog - a sharp report.
{lyrics - Sgt. Null}
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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sgt.null
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8 pt II
infinity, a life lived in torment
contained by conformity, insulted by your insolence
worms at your fingertips, ignite on my tongue
lows that are wuthering, I've buried your young
to taste when I need you, my love is in flames
memories sustain me, but please use no names
discretions imperative, in a precious new narrative
I'll give you what you want, 'til it splits your jaw
intervals contained, conjugating your bones
your insolent breed has a weakness to feed
I need not, lacking for nothing, neediness is tedious
{lyrics - St. Francis}
infinity, a life lived in torment
contained by conformity, insulted by your insolence
worms at your fingertips, ignite on my tongue
lows that are wuthering, I've buried your young
to taste when I need you, my love is in flames
memories sustain me, but please use no names
discretions imperative, in a precious new narrative
I'll give you what you want, 'til it splits your jaw
intervals contained, conjugating your bones
your insolent breed has a weakness to feed
I need not, lacking for nothing, neediness is tedious
{lyrics - St. Francis}
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Hot Water
who's gonna save you? - Bam!
Hot Water - BOOM!
put me in the paper - SHADAMN!
hide your mothers and daughters - HUH!
Ali - Hot Water, you are the eighth wonder of the world!
Put it on paper!
I have a black father!
swimming like a ninja - BAM!
bringing you pearls from the water...
{lyrics - St. Francis / Ali / Sgt. Null}
who's gonna save you? - Bam!
Hot Water - BOOM!
put me in the paper - SHADAMN!
hide your mothers and daughters - HUH!
Ali - Hot Water, you are the eighth wonder of the world!
Put it on paper!
I have a black father!
swimming like a ninja - BAM!
bringing you pearls from the water...
{lyrics - St. Francis / Ali / Sgt. Null}
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...