Here's to the sonic cretins
The tritone of antipathy
Gloating over other's exploits
Seizing the last shreds of respect
No honor in their broken clarion
You can't keep time
Rhythm is irrelevant
The frenzied approach is wasting, wasting
Friends of dead lady bugs
Unite at the Howard County Fair
But they can't figure out it's all wrong
Can anyone say they care?
They're calling on the same taste
To get them through the afternoon sun
Yeah we're the friends of dead lady bugs
And we're gonna make you run
Like our dappled encounter
These measles are no more
It's all good 'cause we're copacetic now
All good with your tongue-tied friends
Hundred apologies can't white wash the tank
Repulsion
Your boats are for show
Burning and churning for blinding lime light
This makeshift barge is rotting
Your words drench convocation
Why can't you see the billows?
This fair is burning, burning
Friends of dead lady bugs
Unite at the Howard County Fair
But they can't figure out it's all wrong
Can anyone say they care?
They're calling on the same taste
To get them through the afternoon sun
Yeah we're the friends of dead lady bugs
And we're gonna make you run
And we're gonna have some fun
We're the friends of dead lady bugs
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