Under the stop sign looks so good
A swift puff for the fat ones
Investing the needle like a sledge hot ones
There was no metal and not a hell
No hope for the lucrative metal
Erupting frequencies
Rupturing the end of the metal poles
There was no metal and not a hell
No hope for the lucrative metal
After asking in which place he inhabited
The loyal suit was found by Helen the smug
Asking the poor lads to don their own wishes
Bless out the polyesters sucking up the left off solid gold
There was no metal and not a hell
No hope for the lucrative metal
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