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He gets in the passenger side
I have the wheel in front of me
My hand on the gear shift
His on my knee
I'm playing my songs on the car stereo
He sings along everywhere we go
I'll get him into industry
If he allows himself to be swallowed by me
He said I want to be you in this parable of two
He said give me the knowledge in your head
So I collapsed the car into a line
I stripped his manhood, he was no longer he
As they entered my body and were subject to my mind
And they went on stage and they were topless on album covers
And their parents were wealthy bankers so
They had a lot of time on their hands
As they spread their new music neo-labia
They accompany her, the middle-aged scales mistress
Her of range, and they of warped privileged rage
They sing in straight lines, queer as anything
I've heard their noise, I've heard their noise
And I wasn't impressed and they challenged me to a music-off
I shouted it wasn't fair, bring out my beloved scales mistress
She died, I think, in the car accident
Jealousy as an airbag
And now all that's left is the future's pioneer
And everyone is entranced by the noise
I don't get it
I don't get it
It is twenty-one hundred AD
It's called pop
Popular
But no one listens
But they are everywhere