Vending Machine
From: "King Cobras Do"
told me when you die
to make lights into little eyes
on the dunes
The children
In treetops
Watch as you go past them
Now you’re in
And you’ll never go
pictures on the doorway spelled it out real slow
a small cloud
looks down
mistook you for someone world renown
it was your hair
Elephants
With dresses on
They stomp right on through you lawn
And the prince is riding on top
He waves at the children up in the treetops
Desert sun
Makes you stay
It gets played out all the way
Fabric
Stretched along
Beaches that are filled with song
It goes on all night
The torture
forced you
To come get this thing out of your head
It’s been there way
Too long to explain
Always made excuses for the pain
Desert sun
Makes you stay
It gets played out all the way
Makes you stay
You now get the final say
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