A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit - Live

For four fortnights
 I have fled from my fortress
 Foraging forests five footsteps in length
 Fortitude found within 40oz bottles
 Flowing like flies from your face
 From your face!
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 My neighborhood is been filled brim with black cats
 And when I go driving they walk in my path
 All the time
 Every time
 First we are babies
 We're birthing and dying
 And then we are children
 We're playing and crying
 And then we're teenagers
 And smoking and fucking
 But now we're all grown-up
 And we're sadly sighing
 And liking malarking
 And licking our wounds
 We've created by lusting
 And lying, to ourselves
 And to others
 We're sadly sighing
 We're sadly sighing
 We're sadly sighing
 
 We're sadly sighing
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 And I'd like to be, a big ball of meat
 That bees can buzz all around and eat, when I die
 So that I might be granted
 One sense of purpose