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narrarator:
five tons a-mile-a-minute.
two is the one we hope for.
we'll call him john doe jr.
and her, and her? well...
thereupon, for now...
successful stray:
in those towns we're held captive.
who knew?
narrarator:
only handfulls of cartoons can misdirect
their dialect.
janitor:
propel gloria. propel!
elijah:
shhh... be quiet, they'll hear us...
gloria:
stop shushing... how long you think till they find us?
elijah:
shhh...
narrarator:
as they tippy-toed to see california.
as they tippy-toed to see! pick a map.
janitor:
here hunting is a pastime, which some frown on.
their small brims now brush the tiles.
gloria:
she isn't coming, is she?
elijah:
shhh...
successful stray:
tell the world we are shotguns;
sawed-off, with scopes set on backfire.
tell auntie em'(if you see her)
we're on a cartons of cardboard.
we've instilled in us morals,
not by god, but by our choice.
elijah:
we'll ride the rails up to utah!
i've heard there we'll be home free.
dammit, they're sounding the sirens
gloria:
oh crap, we'll never make it, we'll never make it!
narrarator:
as they dashed abrubtly, see, not much further
as they dashed abrubtly, see, cheer them on!
janitor:
here, the elders use large deadbolts and small tazers
to push angels past their years.
and i support their struggle to be free.
successful stray:
tell that building we're shotguns
fully loaded, and custom.
tell uncle sam(if you see him)
we'll deprive him his paycheck.
we've instilled in us standards,