Mountain tops and curly rocks and prostitutes for free
with Idiot pleasures there are no measures for he or she or thee
machine gun raffles and daisy rainbows together in harmony
ride the rails tell your tall tales and eat endangered species
ice cream bark and cinnamin larks and whisky farts all day day day day
for he or she or it or thee it is a place to be
electric totem poles and not a grumpy soul
the land of one forty nine comes free
come inside and do not hide for hell runs deathlessly
COMPASSIONATE CLAUSE
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