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Oxydental lyrics
Sixteen spirit voices in a menial melange
The disembodied chorus in a bucket of flange
Baby serpents dreaming at the bottom of their eggs
Occidental drone driving their legs
Somebody somewhere must have figured it out
Leaving it open for apostles of doubt
Banging on a tabla till the kingdom comes
Feel it in my fingers and my thimbles and thumbs
Einstein sent a cruiser to another dimension
Strange little beasties on the surface tension
A plague of maharishis in a post ecstatic haze
Is this the way you've been wasting your days
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