Crash Gathering in Sparrow Hills
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Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes
Everybody wakes up with their eyes
Men and their knuckles will win
Because men and their knuckles give in
To the pounding flesh in the rot masquerade
Like dinks that piss in a piss-piss parade
Souls that rots in soldiers with their eyes
Everybody gonna freeze up from their eyes
You and your ribs will win
And the constant right corporals will win
The peacocks gleam in the bush parade
And the burning glaze portraits are a flashing charade
Soda pop-popping soldiers with their eyes
Everybody gonna wake up with their eyes
The gathering at Sparrow Hills
Occurred in the valley's dank, dank thighs
Hulls back to their boats
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