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They Are Out There
The Lava
Still knaws
It don't go away
It is realer than real
It's here every day
Just cuz you don't get it
Like mice in the sky
Circling the moon
Somebody dies
Everyday it goes on
Just cuz it must
Hand-wringing
And But chewing
For emphasis
I'll cuse
Like Vincent
The Great
That all my Boys know
Vince the Great
And the big show
Now you know
A little / about know
It knaws at you still
To hear him say it
Like Me
What The Hell
Is going on
Out There
Your Streets
Your Kindred
