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andrew broder: spit that gum into the sun, walk in a circle a perfect gun. all them boys and all they noise, all them boys and all they noise. why?: right now, i am not installing a carborator in my uncle's minibus, i guess i could be enclosing the porch. i could be applying for a job at the provident bank, or having my cuticles cut my asian women for twenty bucks... andrew broder: spit that gum into the sun, walk in a circle a perfect gun. all them boys and all they noise, all them boys and all they noise. why?: right now, i'm not clearing land in a costa rican rainforest for american logging companies, chainsaw in hand (what are my options?). i guess that i could chaperone the boys choir's field trip to busch gardens. atlantic city, fist full of beach sand, bucket: dead jellyfish (ventnor). oakercroak island. i guess i could... andrew broder: spit that gum into the sun, walk in a circle a perfect gun. all them boys and all they noise, all them boys and all they noise. From Letras Mania