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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


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