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I. Lunchtaker: Wrinkles have formed under the eyes But hair nets erase them from sight Staring at the same faces Shloping the generic meal Russian shots fill the void as a fog encircles II. Leaktaker: Tap dancing on a sink as neon light fills the room Mind plays 52 pickup with a new deck Neck buckles under the third chin The clown shoes have come off As the open hands now grip the only hope III. Bustaker: People skip to and fro everywhere Unaware of the time bomb in their pants Reflection on the window showcasing The fear of a public transportation restroom But here is the last stop, procession down the steps IV. Gastaker: Here it is, the dream climaxed for Ultimate 10th grade petty aspirations realized But now it is left in a ditch of street mime faces Uncontrollable even when using a shock collar Letras de cancionesHow many years ago, the bottomless ceased to be fed V. Sooooooooooooooooooultaker: A pure flashback, comes in a fog between hogs Lifting a face now covered in hot sauce Before sinking any lower in sawdust, one final solution A black, hard ring from a time when liquid candy came by the suitcase Hold it over, changing it to a bright, sticky, glowing green Zepplin was wrong, but was Sabbath wrong too? From Letras Mania