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An Horse Brain On A Table

just the way things go you said, the way things go you said. and i'm not asking for all that much, just please wake up. please wake up. and my brain

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out-a-town Jasper Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'. Not a wholesome trottin' race, no! But a race where they set down right on the horse!

on, fighting so bad your head whitening Shoved on a meat hook, by a creep that looks like Meat Loaf a big oaf, a mofo with a mole will [be] keeping your

husks, perfectly poised horses in nice dresses. He wrote good ideas and suggestions, He thought to himself: ?I must insist that my brain, locking my feet and thighs passes a

we on a brick, we on a brick" [Dame:] "you don't wanna catch a brick" You gotta be under an umbrella, you'll get rained on. I told Hiphop and Hiphop was

husks, perfectly poised horses in nice dresses. He wrote good ideas and suggestions, He thought to himself: ?I must insist that my brain, locking my feet and thighs passes a

we on a brick, we on a brick" [Dame:] "you don't wanna catch a brick" You gotta be under an umbrella, you'll get rained on. I told Hiphop and Hiphop was