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here we are at the caustic V again
who wants to listen to that song over and over
but there is nowhere in this Okie land to go
where a wolf can get some privacy
nowhere in the channel or the annals
tiny crevices and canals
do I want to hear you play that trumpet
one more fuckin time my man
I don't want to hear that shit come from mouth
or anus I ain't your baby anymore
& it ain't 'cause you cheated on me
which you didn't, wish you had
it's just your playing that drives me away
into the woods where I meet other wolves
and they train me to be the other
and that's why they hate us
repetition repetition repetition
I heard that sermon before just like that joke
it always gets old and every occasion told
but play it again Sam
hit me in the head with the frying pan