Why is it
Every time I step through a paper sign that reads "Fish Blafs!"
I end up on a football field
Filled with the souls of the damned
Buried up to their eyebrows
There's no justice I tells ya
I can't find my car keys in any one of those heads
The brains are all mushy and filled with chocolate damnation
Satan, stop turning into a Power Rangers episode
And get my shoes back on my feet
Fucker
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