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Kings and queens on vaseline Kill the jar that christened me Lost in thought? open up the straightcoat! Edward Kelly's in the corner on nodoz Nights and days fall one by one Inch by inch you're a hit and run As the truck careens Sight unseen Angels coming at a quarter to three So don't go, no Hey, dont go, no We are the sons The twenty three sons The freemasons of enochian magick We are the sons The bastard sons The freemasons of enochian magick (now what do you think about that) Cleaned and pressed and in duress Dont know if we can finish the rest Place the sign in a vat of cat juice Jason the trap, here comes the duece duece Spoke to angels through a big clear rock Talked in tongues Do you give a toss? I wrote a book That jesus took Built a pyramid and took the rook Checkmate y'all Checkmate y'all From Letras Mania