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Two incestuous sisters
Play with pink plastic dolls
In a dirty pool of mud
Their fingers point to heaven
Where the clouds of glory
Are as grey as they ever were

With a feeble-minded grin they say:
This is the land of freedom,
So come and see...
But I don't get what they mean

The green lawn is mordant prison
Where leprous growths glare in dirty pus
The air is metal, piercing my head
With tin can stench and cankering oil...
Time is flowing like a river of gas
Filled with corpses wearing kinky t-shirts

Black cardboard cities smell like
Decaying rubber and blunt iron
Bloated white animals blabber nonsense
24 hours a day, everywhere
Some of the flabby faces are painted
In piercing colors like plastic cancer

With a feeble-minded grin they say:
This is the land of freedom,
So come and see...
But I don't get what they mean

Two incestuous sisters
Play with pink plastic dolls
In a dirty pool of mud
Their fingers point to heaven
Where the clouds of glory
Are as grey as they ever were

With a feeble-minded grin they say:
This is the land of freedom,
So come and see...
But I don't get what they mean

All the streets lead to somewhere
I don't want to be