1  You there, impotent, loose in the knees,
   Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you,
   Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,
   I am not to be denied...
   Mine is no callous shell,
   I have instant conductors all over me

[repeat 1]

2  I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers,
   ...and that's about as much as I can stand.
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Dave Watson, Severed Heads Liberation Front (Re-release the _Stretcher_ EP!)
Frezier Balzoff (Ottawa), Ontario, Canada  Email--aj153@Freenet.carleton.ca
"A man is measured by the depth of his anger."--Eddie
"Everyone in this room is wearing a uniform, and don't kid yourself!"--Zappa