Spinach Blasters
(Music by John Morton; lyrics by Dave McManus)

pull the triggers on the niggers
spinach blasters
faster and faster
sandblasters you scummy bastards
the ex-terminators
the irradiators
the spinach blasters of 1974
gang-banging down you door
smear proof/here's proof
tire alarms/germ culture

(song has a lot of unwritten lyrics) 

Scream miracle cortex fall and aligned out of view 
On the windowsill in your room look at that line on view 
On cortex mineral liquid scars, Liquitex and marzipans 
Melt on photon rays,
Lasers happen to you again 
I think my dead companionship lifts me out of me 
Like spin age blasters go faster all the time
I got this crazy feeling since I know I remember when
But now I'm sure I'm old and I'm pure 
Coming around this happened again
Wake up you miracle dumb bell it's time to fall out the window with me 
Turn in the rosary chips, that's what I would say to me if I met me
Forget me, don't reject me now

Like duck blinds, the ones I used to live in, I pass them all the time
Spin age blasters radio cortex falls on screen 
Like video images of myself I like them to be seen
Happens all the time

The radio emitted blood, the testicle stomped in the mud
The meter reader creamed in the crud, the elevator's due for a flood 
The skin-diver dived off the bank, he disconnected his air-tank
His face went totally blank, and down to the bottom he sank

This is miracle cortex this is falls on chips this is chocolate chips and faggots
Like radio Asian sores scars Bo Diddley night 

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