Scramble Suit
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You like books? This one’s about one of those.
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Charlie Freck can't see the bugs
Aphids made him blind
I guess other folks just have no way
Of opening their mind
Talcum powder, baby oil,
Cans of Raid to spray
And no one ever listens to a thing Jerry might say
Until they see it.
Charlie's so scared
Jerry cannot shower
And despite the baby oil
The cans of Raid
The talcum powder
The bugs are biting
Time slips past unseen
Where the windows shut out the light
And all the bright obscene
All he wants is a bowl of slow death
Mixed with speed and junk
Maybe add some psychedelics to increase the funk
All he wants is a hit of slow death
They said his credit's good
But the aphids have been tracking him
And they know he's in their hood
Bob Arctor bumped his head
And then he got a sinking feeling
Bob Arctor's cephscope's dead
He's a narc who's been doing double dealing
Bob Arctor bumped his head
As he was scrounging in the kitchen
Bob Arctor's full of dread
'cause this itchin just won't stop
The world just keeps on switchin
He's a cop And it's conflicting
And he just can't make it stop.