Scoliosis Jones

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    Hi my name's Scoliosis Jones
    I've got a comb over coif and a smoker's cough
    I'm into motorcross and am a Planet Z3 colonist
    And a self-taught anesthesiologist
    I've got a corn ethanol powered copter pack
    For slow nights I'm in old type in almanacs
    My bandmates act like tasteful Swedes
    With tweezed brows they seed clouds with dreidels and beads
    So I gnaw on the nozzles for syrupy opiates
    When the political climate is clearly Soviet
    But my crackpot persona's an eerie cozy fit
    When I cackle at the throws of the hedge maze
    I used to stab niggers with quarter notes
    And treat royalty statements like horoscopes
    But my wonderland's been deforested and poached
    And my groin gets bombarded with x-rays

    I'm Scoliosis Jones
    "We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
    Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

    In the headliner's Buck Rodgers seating wing
    there's always blood in the toddler's teething ring
    He needs legitimized conceit, cocaine nasal spray,
    Splayed cable bays to liquefy the heath
    His persona; assistants wear go-go boots and every vocal booth
    Must have a glory hole
    He's fellated by a roster of vapid poodles and eats apple strudels
    Wearing a portly stole
    A crass pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer
    Picking out the pig's feet in the fattening curd cobbler
    Flossing and stuff because he thinks we care
    He signed a ten album deal with a pinky swear
    Popular opinion's burgeoning gulf leans
    To it's concerning his golf swing
    My cardigan reeks in partisan pink
    Because I'm Baron Fink in the Martian sphinx

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    I'm Scoliosis Jones
    "We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
    Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

    Pole vaulting over the exalted sultan of urban music
    Because he's Nova Scotian
    I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic
    Your pitch is impish full of skullduggery and slice of life dull cutlery
    Twirl and flail around the motor fire and foreign policy deodorizer
    I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic

    I'm Scoliosis Jones
    "We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
    Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

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    I'm Scoliosis Jones
    "We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then
    Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

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    Composición: Regan Farquhar y Alfred Darlington

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