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CHORUS
Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower 
dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny 
dummy.
Fingers through the jail bars tickle tickle
His home was a magic prarie, teeming with a symphony of 
bugs...and
Cougars, penguins, froggies, cheetas, all was
Covered by a lazy fog & stolen via COUP DET TET, 
there's only one faint hope
Sprinkle your love
It's a fairy tale of a priviledge man
Who when he saw it was a war-torn land
The sweet guilt hormone flooded out of his glands
Drowning in dogma - And the Non-Profit Scam!
Flick of a wand, federal
wizards - burned his - apple - wings to -
carmel - crisps and - melted - dreams -
their sugar cross and his sweet sweet guilt whispered 
"tend to the poor"
that they may fight
Wars to win hearts minds and oil
The nation's blackest cauldrons boil
A spell a smokescreen bandaid scam
Perpetuates this filthy land
He felt it pump his heart
He felt it drive his car
It knew how he'd been built
Black Gold White Guilt Black Gold White Guilt Black 
Gold White Guilt Black Gold White Guilt Black Gold 
White
It consumed him in isolation.
A suffocating contrast - self loathing and self worship
Until a bare leg through his cell window
tickled right it out of his young skull
Fairy, if you can, sprinkle on this man, sunflower 
dust......ooooh, he's...
Caught under a spell, caught in silly cell, funny 
dummy.
When she emerged from her dandelion hut the fog cleared 
a small space in the backyard
Wrestling match in the carrot patch. Screamed no 
tickling no tickling. They rolled over a glowing light
two quaint portals - 1 pink and 1 green - she covered 
him in pollen and cream
allergy ecstasy - sleeping veins needles pins - 
sneezing fit laughing fit - waking from a dream.
3RD CHORUS